For those who are used to receiving my typical posts, you will find something different in this poetry post. This is a poem that is a part of a Poetry collection that comes from a time of my my searching days
Upon a silver, glazed stream, I walk,
in a pace slower than the streams’s own.
The stream rejoices in its mellow flowing,
unaware of my admiring eyes.
ripples come together unto a rock,
confident of its current,
the water blankets the rock,
adding splendor to the scene.
So natural is nature-
poetic expression in form.