The River

As I drop down into the river, my senses come alive

Looking down and seeing the moss waving at me in the water

I look over to the bank and see a giant oak tree reaching for the stars

I curl my fingers around one of the branches, the arms of the tree

The sparkling water rushes down the mountain slope, falling to the bank below

I ask the water, what can I do to help you?

Keep me clean is its only answer as it rushes past

I look up at the bright blue sky and feel the sunlight

Falling upon me, protecting me from harm

The leaves fall to the ground, covering it with a sheet of green

The fresh, clean air enters my lungs, and a feeling of relaxation washes over me