When I laid upon river stones,
using rocks as a pillow,
the river sang to
me a song,
and I rested; comforted by the music
of the wild
as crows danced and sang around me.
Little chipmunks and squirrels
running across logs,
catching a quick drink of water before
disappearing from my view
into the forest;
and all was well without the hand of man
unkind—
I felt dreams take wing
when I watched
the ebb and flow of the water as it danced,
and the sun danced; too,
so I was moved
to dance and sing in the water, and the crows
and animals watched me—
I ran away from humanity to be embraced
by the coldness of water that danced
such warmth into my soul
that no one but nature could echo.
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