johnsbucket Posted December 11, 2013 Share Posted December 11, 2013 The Stream Sitting listening to the flowing stream Staring sliding start to dream The clear water with the present flow Take me to places I long to go The gentle seclusion the secret place It starts to become a welcome space No noise just flow a gentle rush Ever so slight breeze, calming hush I’m there now my body at ease, Rustling sound made by the trees, My mind can wander, dream begin, This tranquil setting where I’m in. Breathe the air, open your eyes. Watch the hovering butterflies Look at the stream one more glance. Here by fate or here by chance. Being there relaxes the mind, Ti’s nature’s way of being kind. Watch the stream watch it flow Take me to places I long to go. Johns Bucket Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
chocki Posted December 11, 2013 Share Posted December 11, 2013 That's a lovely poem, made me feel very relaxed Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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