Splashing, whirling, tinkling, dancing

The brook traveled through trees and cliffs, telling stories of mountains full of gruff bears and gentle deer.

It giggled and chirruped to the passing branches about evergreens wearing coats of white and masking dens of stoats.

It shouted and reveled the rivers edges with tales of an effervescent spring gurgling from the deepest crevice of the inner ring.

It was encased by an ocean too busy for stories of a land so far away as to be a dream created by some silly, scintillating stream.

Murmuring, churning, churlish, waves

 

Sparkle

Lue

August 13, 2016