The Stream

The stream, it laughs as down it flows,
A joyful waltz on stones so gleam,
With every leap, it dances free,
A silver ribbon in daydream.

It winds through moss and fallen leaves,
A tender touch, a soft caress,
In nature’s lap, it seeks its way,
A song of love, a sweet finesse.

Each bend, a canvas full of grace,
Each splash, a note of life’s refrain,
O stream of dreams, forever bright,
Your fleeting words, a sweet domain.

• EJ Pratt