The Streams

Where streams meet the hills, reflections so bright,
Cascades weave a tale in their frolicking haste;
While rippling along, they sing day and night,
In nature’s embrace, where life’s joys are placed.

The purity glistens with droplets that gleam,
Creating a mirror of beauty and love;
So clear and so lovely, like a dream,
Flowing onward and upward to stars up above.

So let the reverie pull me along,
To the place where the rivers whisper and play;
In the arms of the streams, I find where I belong,
In the dance of the waters, I will ever stay.

— John Muir

• John Muir