WATERWORLD

Beside the banks of river flow,
Where the sparkle of the dew-drops glow,
Where wildlife rests beneath the stars,
And rocks of moss halt where they are.
Where eagles prey and know their rule,
Where eaglets learn to sweep and swoon,
Where mother nature owns all in sight,
Is the very place I love to write.

The sound of water trickles stones,
And shivers run throughout my bones,
This sun-trap echoes crickets clicks,
In my mind, the rhythm sticks.
So placid here, in natures trail,
I leave behind the town’s morbid reign,
And breath the air of summer sun,
And catch the day as first begun.