I took a minute, to look at a brook,
cascading resiliently, down, around
and down and around.
Intuitively, it knows it must go on, it must go down
and it must sometimes go around.
Down and around, up and around;
as it does in the hot sunshine.
and sometimes around
That surety is beautiful, an
note to us
from Mother earth.
Just up and around and up.
Just down and around and down.