When the creek is calm and blue,

Riverstones are smoothed by the gentle current,

Tadpoles whiling the time in freshwater,

I notice how quiet everything is

My mind on the other hand is everything but quiet,

Storm clouds creep up on me,

Swirling like a whirlpool in white waters,

The thunder is loud and frightening

The trees are covered in clusters of white,

Falling like stardust to the Earth,

I try to catch them,

But like snow they melt in my hands

The trees are motionless and still,

But my minds runs up and down,

Scaling mountains and climbing hills,

Only to leave me stranded in a cold dark place

Wildflowers and lilies spring to life,

Like Persephone has returned to her mother,

And the bees buzz in quiet symphonies,

While willow branches whistle with the wind

One day when the creek is calm and still,

And all I hear is pond water rushing,

And watch petals fall down like snow from heaven,

I hope to hear nothing but silence

For my mind to not wander off into unwanted escapades,

To sit still in open fields and feel sunshine darken my skin,

Or raindrops kiss me gently as I feel nothing but content,

And hear nothing but the voices of the Earth

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