Water And Stones

   
I hear the waters that murmur  
In the brook where they stream  
A whisper that deeply nurtures  
The winged fantasy of my dreams  
   
I see the water that winds  
Unharmed between the stones  
Like a smart fish without fins  
Water has charm of its own  
   
Liquid silver silk that ooze    
A child's gurgle in tender age  
Soft, a limpid crystal hue  
Eternal flow of the tender age  
   
Free meander of the glassy dew  
Reflection of the ritual stream  
The sun dots the waves with a glow  
Flimsy, sparkling with sunny gleam  
   
The rocks were coarse and rude  
The water was silent and steady  
Faithful to its heavenly route  
Keeping a pace not slow nor speedy  
   
And through repeated running stream  
Stones turned blunt, glossy like silk  
Over which face, splashing waters gleam  
As every rock with every shock they heal  
   
Until every rawness of rocks disappear  
Gained a brand new refined soft touch  
And waters still can run clean and clear  
From Nature we have much to learn, too much