river flowing, tumbling down- mumbling, rumbling- whispering of things long since forgotten now, of all the things that you once told me. stream and creek with water clean, tell me all the words you know reflected on the rocks, the sand, the tiny fish, the toads. many times i’ve sat upon a rock and listened […]
i wish i was a grasshopper lying in the sun, camouflaging in the leaves and hopping just for fun. to feel the wind beneath my wings as i stretch and leap, and to fill the silent summer nights with every song i sing.