Writing: Into to Poetry; Day Nine: Landscape

Untitled Poem

by Gertie

First I hear you;

At first it is just a trickle.

As I get closer your trickle gets louder;

Now I spot you.

You are just a brook.

A brook calling out to me;

Calling out to me to just take a deep breath and enjoy the moment.

I thank you for the moment of being in the present.

I thank you small brook for the breath.

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