Ripples, tumbling and gurgling,

spinning and spitting,

the pleasing, magical, hypnotic song

that is a flowing creek.

Shallow flow amidst accommodating stones

brings the babbling chorus to life

and nature sings it’s laughter

without ceasing.

Ranging shadows flit among trees,

earth and rock.

Reflections of flowing, dancing

water flirt with fallen logs

and precious few eyes take in the dance.

For they are Yours, all these,

all this,

all things.

Your limitless imagination

and endless delight

drinks in the undying beauty

of a broken but beautiful creation.

From meandering creek to

raging sea,

all flows to your glorious end.