Flowing Things

I sit on the edge of a brook and watch the world turn.
Staring in amazement of the flow of creation and all there is to learn.

It is all so synchronized I mean it all just flows together.
Like the bands of a rainbow or the flights on a feather.
I stare at the sky with its clouds flowing through.
Like great white whales swimming in an ocean of blue

I look to the mountains that stand so high.
As the eagle spreads his wings and flows across the sky

I turn to the trees as the dew flows off the leaves
Quenching the thirst of animals and wetting the seeds

I look back at the brook with its endless banks of rocks
And think back of the city with its endless flowing blocks.

The towering buildings that hide all the stars.
The dying trees that are choked out by all the flowing cars

I think of the crowds with their fast paced walk.
The stress flows through the words of their talk.

Creation wasn't formed for people to stress.
It was made for our enjoyment and nothing less.
So take a deep breath my friend and let it all go.
You will miss out on the show if you don't take it slow.

Sit by the brook and vision the wind flow through the trees.
Or vision the water flowing from a fall if you please.

Or vision the tide flow in from the ocean across the sand.
Or vision the beauty of a rainbow flowing across the land.

Or vision a deer drinking from a pond and all its serenity.
Or vision the galaxy and the flow of infinity.

Or vision the flow of a mighty river that never stops.
Or vision the flames of a campfire that snaps and pops.

Life is too short my friend to miss creations flow.
Just take a deep breath and enjoy the show.

Author: Ron from Illinois
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