Moss submerging the moist rocks
as the fresh spring breeze
floats above my brunette locks.
Tranquil water runs beneath my feet
and for a while I'm lost in
my imagination so deep.
Leafs come and go like seasons
as they rot in the water,
leaving no reason.
The coldness of the water embraces
me with a delicate touch,
So cold and fresh it tempts
me into it's presence.
All my worries are washed away
in this perfect tranquil display.
I have embraced its presence
and i shall return again tomorrow
and my conscience and spirit will follow.
