Golden Waters
By Miranda J
Published 15 September 2022
The sun pierced the clouds,
Like glass in a pillow.
Dew dripped off leaves
And onto the ground.
The only sounds were a rumbling plane passing
And the birds singing a sweet song.
A river's waters churned, tumbled and lapped at the bank.
In a clearing four deer trotted into separate corners,
To eat the wet grass.