There is a place across my field.
A place where I go to clear my senses.
There is a small bridge and a brook that runs under it.
Even on a rain filled day it's like heaven.
When the sun is out the light shines through the trees and dances on the water.
Like golden dust, dancing just for me.
And at night the moon shines through the trees and makes silver skate across the water.
The brook is art.
All the little ripples it makes as it flows over the small little smooth stones at the bottom.
It's like magic.
Something a soul can feed from.
Something to love, to live from.
The brook of healing.
