I Want To Be The Running Brook Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

I want to be the running brook
That floats south, avoiding rocks and mountains
responding to gravity, only
Its journey is its bounty
countries crossed
jungles penetrated, southwards
its water penetrates the arid soil
Witch bears fruit, from its pear leafs of green
nearer the sun
I can't leave this poetry
Its beauty nourishes a soul
its verse reveals beauty a key to faith
Completion, the realization of one of gods creatures
me