The Meadow

Rock Creek
I can taste her sweetness;
The calm winds passing a breeze,
The bits of sunlight through looping trees,
The scent of flowers recalling memories.
I can hear her serenity;
The running of a distant waterfall,
The soft chirping of hidden birds,
The crick and buzz of every insect.
I can feel her embrace;
The beady sand below my feet,
The smooth stones by the creek,
The touch of moss alongsi
de the trees.
I can see her beauty;
The plants shade of every green,
The deep blue sky far beyond reach,
The infinite horizon west to east.
An unwinding path, an emerging meadow.

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