Literature
Evening Hike
River rushing over rocks,
Around the rotted wood.
Winding through the forest,
By thistle and monkshood.
River rushing over rocks
Embedded in the stream.
I sit beside it leaning back,
Listless in a dream.
River rushing over rocks,
Beneath the weathered boards.
Striking up a chorus,
Sounding out its chords.
River rushing over rocks,
Seeking out its past.
Searching searching on until,
It reaches it at last.