"Sitting in the quiet"
Sitting in the quiet nestled among the trees
Sun reflecting on me as I ripple in the breeze
People they throw stones but it doesn't hurt at all
Branches drop their leaves on me when it turns to fall
Snow falls from heaven and the spatter of the rain
The rainbow spans across I'm filling up again
The ice tells of winter the spring brings its moss
The wind is gently blowing as the mist takes its course
Rocks and stones lying deep twigs move around
Reeds and lilies resting they're gentle with no sound
Slowly as I move down the creek beside the burn
Joining with the others as there is no return
Splashing as I'm running dodge tree stumps in between
Joining those who've gone before I'm part of the stream
Channel getting wider I know I will be brave
Now part of the ocean as I join the other waves
Written by Chris Turner
August 14, 2017
