yearn for the stream the quiet dance of its water I long to walk barefoot on the wet ground to meet the dawn the forest animals to be blessed thereby
I yearn for the wild for the place untouched where I am one with nature silently striding exhilarated, swept amidst a thousand shades of green The earth whispers poems to the grass
I yearn for the stream the rich sound-sweetened peace The wind kisses the leaves, caressing… sculpturing quietude in me