The sun is dancing, shimmering
On the swirls like shards of glass
Branches with stretched arms clawing at the water
With their knarled, white fingers
Surrounded by wind whispers
Listening to its breath
Sweeping the grass and a welcome wave from the boughs
River guards stand tall
Watching their river flow
Stretching, leaning, weaving
Wooden footprints, knotted and turned
A twirl of foam and copper glaze
The stream's ablaze
The sentinels stand sketched on the horizon
Grazing the skyline
Roots snaking their way underground
Eyes, watching, waiting
Holding breath
Tiptoes across a hammer stone
Leap of faith
Wind soaring
Stood riding the rapids
Caught in its pull
