The Whispering Stream
By Linda Lamb •
At night's I hear the little stream,
flowing like a no-ending dream,
And so very peaceful is the sound,
as it flows so slowly above the ground.
As the wind picks up and starts to blow,
the stream starts a very fast flow,
And then the ground grows very cold,
as the water glistens like gold.
So pretty is the very sight,
and it makes things seem so bright,
And I always wish it would stay,
or always return the very next day.
@1989
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