The Stream Poem by Carole Lawrence

I hear the sound of running water
Sparkling, refreshing and cool
To dip ones fingers and toes in,
Flowing into a gentle shady pool. How wonderful it feels,
The icy coolness bites against my warm hand,
Invigorating, soothing and tantalizing,
Such power springing from the ground. The fish swim quickly darting through the reeds,
Flashes of gold and silver like pennies thrown in a fountain,
The light catches the silvery scales,
Like stars in a dark night sky. The reeds sway with the motion of the water,
Oh gosh, there swims a beautiful otter,
Brown and furry and teeth so sharp
Ready to munch on some unsuspecting bark. The hours are timeless as I gaze there
And wonder at the beauty in the warm air,
The light dancing on the water shines like diamonds
Facets so precious no money can buy.