River in the Woods

Contours catch sparkles, heavenly beams from orb like marbles.

Carry forward as if fused, riveted flow with ethereal muse.

Fallen life blocks the flow! A threat to this eternal glow.

Damming tree grows tusks, perforated white of flowing must.

No conflict in this natural world. All is joined in a whirl.

When I look about life, river there is wrought with strife.

What a lesson in this creek, for all of us to stop the bleak.

I turn back to the scene, and cast my lot with the green.

For mother’s teaching such lessons, who am I to call to question.

In this river today I flow, I myself begun to glow.