SONG OF THE STREAM

I am the trickling tears of hills
Flowing down to the meadows
touching gently the soil

I dodge lill' branches
Which tried to block me
I spread fragrance that drenches
the Fairy-like flowers

Hey look my friends,
I am the pretty daughter of Nature
who lull me always and nurture

I sleep in the lap of Spring
When plants and flowers dazzle
And at times,
I stare with wonder at merciful clouds
who gleam in the sky and drizzle

I am the joy of chirping birds
And the sorrow of steep hillocks
I get adorned  with snow flakes
In the chilling dawn of Winter

I fades with the darts of
naughty sun
During the time of summer....