National Poetry Month, v. 7.0, day 10

It's been a quiet day, and those are always nice.  Days like this put me in a pensive mood, and when I write, well, I never know exactly what I'm going to get.  So - today's intro is short, and we're getting right to the poetry.  As always,

Thanks for reading.

Me

language of water and birds

there is a place i know,
where back in a hollow,
the crisp cool water runs over the boulders of ages past,
the evidence of a time no one remembers,
but everyone can see.
it's quiet there,
the birdsongs echo in the early mornings,
and the constant babbling of the water
soothes the spirit of those who come to walk.
i go there from time to time,
to sit in the quiet and think
and dream and pray,
for in the silence,
the answers come to those who are willing to listen
to the language of the water and the birds.