A Stream In The Woods

Like a toddler taking maiden steps The narrow stream moves through the woods Tripping and falling over pebbles and boulders Chiming its silver anklets Forcing itself in irrepressible flow It thrusts and shoves its way down Through thickets and a line of ferns And the tangle of creepers and thorny brambles Drowning the whisper of bamboo leaves Its sweet murmur falls in my ears As an eternal living melody The cosmic song heard over eons As the water sluices down the rocks It becomes a frothing braided torrent Producing a harsh grating roar Like the crescendo of a tribal symphony There it forms into a small pool With its waves gently rippling Where birds merrily coming to take a dip And sunning their feathers, fly back refreshed Sometimes travelling unseen It suddenly emerges into the open Cutting its way through cracks and fissures Never willing to surrender before hurdles With a bearing immaculate in grace It sends out waves of pure delight What joy it is to watch the dilly dally Of this sedate pilgrim moving to its destination