Woke up at 2am yesterday evening with head filled with the previous days events. A particular memory came flowing back. For some strange reason the words started to flow and I had to write them down. Is it poetry? Is it prose? The words don't rhyme. So here it is.
THE MOUNTAIN STREAM
Take a break from your journey
And lie awhile beside the babbling brook
Senses burst with fresh sensations, as
Rays of sunlight dance across breaking waves
Orchestral notes play perfect harmony, and
Scent of wild flower and thyme fill the air
Hands caress well groomed grasses
Lips taste pure, ice cold waters
Absorbing nature the heart slows down, so
Peace and tranquillity enter the soul
Maybe this old world ain't so bad at all?