Gently down the streamLife slides in a dreamMaybe a stone try to stop its glowbut it cannot make it tarry or slowLife brings its peculiar gleamAnd cannot but slide and grow!Gently coming down the streamcaressing pebbles and stemsin the first glitters a fifeon the second a mutter of lifeleaving sparkles of pretty gemswhile the water pursues the stream.I know Lord Tennyson will smirk from cloud nine!
Wow! I think the poem was superior than the inspiration itself!
Nina, your photo's are excellent.Ever entered any photo competitions?I want my backyard to look like this.
wow, thats a great compliment! Nopes, have never entered competitions. Thank you, Michelle!