The hidden stream surged from the ground. It rushed along the forest floor winding through the boulders and rocks. It leapt with joy over the small decent, causing bubbles of excitement. The stream laughed and played in the sunlight and shimmered in the cool of the shade trees. The stream’s destination was unknown to we mere mortals. We were gifted with a brief view of its exultation. The stream’s festive journey continued until it turned that last corner; it’s path once again hidden from sight.
Copyright (C) 2018 Penny Wilson
*This is in response to Sue Vincent’s photo prompt. If you would like to join in on the fun, you can find out all about it HERE.
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You’re the Best, Chuck! Thank you!! ❤ ❤
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Oh Penny! I loved this!! I’m a sucker for a babbling brook or stream! Bellissimo, My Dear, Bellissimo!! I think you may like one of my favorite poems – THE SONG OF THE CHATTAHOOCHEE
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/song-chattahoochee
xoxoxo
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Thank you so much, Chuck! I did read that poem and yes! I do like it! It reads like a song! I can imagine putting music to it quite easily. Be well, my friend. Thank you for the visit! ❤
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This is gorgeous, Penny 🙂
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Awww, thank you!! 🙂
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