The Brook

O brook, that dances through the glade,
Your silver laughter calls with ease;
Through rocks and branches, unafraid,
You weave a tale upon the breeze.

With every ripple, you impart
The music of a thousand dreams,
In gentle flows you touch the heart,
And whisper life with joyful gleams.

May I reside by thee, sweet stream,
In nature’s arms, a place so dear;
For here, reality blurs to dream,
And every moment holds you near.

• John Davies