Across the stones poem

Across the stones to the streams and into the water,
across the stones to the coolness of it,
and there under the trees in the breeze,
what beauty there is in the ripples and the gentility,
and how powerful is the serenity,
the serenity that descends upon me with its beauty,
its beauty that enlightens me,
on a cool daylight dream,
here where I am as awake and as refreshed as can be,
thinking in the cool of the day,
and thinking how therapeutic it is to be in such gentility,
where my mind flows like the stream.

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