The Creek

Lying on a grassy hilltop, they gaze up into the sky
Boy and girl, hand in hand, age sixteen
Looking into a sea of sapphire, downy clouds floating by
Surrounded by a blanket of wildflowers and evergreen

He picks a delicate yellow daffodil, places it near her head
She sweetly blushes, then they playfully roll down the knoll
Whirling, spinning, circling colors of yellow, green, and red
Laughing with dizziness as they reach the creek below

Enveloped in the sound of the water's gentle hiss
Tiny, cerulean, translucent waves rushing by
Their reflections upon the surface, mirror virtue and happiness
Curiosity of a budding love sparkles in their eyes

Dipping their bare feet into the frosty water as it swiftly flows
Cool, crisp moisture encircles their exposed skin
Feeling the massage of the current weaving between their toes
Auburn branches dancing softly in the wind

She plucks white lilies from the grass, ties them stem to stem
Making two little flower ringlets, sitting next to the stream
She places the adornment on his finger; one for her, one for him
Promises to one another, under the warmth of sunbeams

They cross the shallow creek, splashing over the smooth stones
Reaching the majestic, old oak tree dwelling on the other side
He uses a pocket knife, carves their initials; hers then his own
In the brittle bark, encased in a heart, their love shall forever reside

Face to face, lip to lip, under the magnificent oak tree's shade
Engaged in love's first kiss, so tender and so meek
A crimson line drawn across the sky, the sun begins to fade
A spectacular moment perpetually engraved beside the creek