the water in a ripple along the bank
carrying an abundance of pads and
white water lilies
flutter exactly what the water's motion.
the banks see but little of brown dirt
more so the blades of the tall green
grasses in lines like crowds
encouraging runners in a marathon
among are the many plants of lavender,
cuddling with the deep green moss
and brushes along the simple bridge.
a bridge arching so subtle like a child
tip-toeing over a sounding toy
what once was painted to be as white as an egg
now tinted by the moss, kissing it to leave
a little love behind
a pathway that can lead to and from anywhere
you wish.
an embracing hug from the forest behind
the wisps of the hanging willows
intertwined with the leaves of the
many other trees
and welcoming path to any world you wish to see.
