Cool water rushes from beneath the rocks and rotten logs.
I sit with my pants rolled up feet stiff from the spring.
Heavy breathing, taking a break.
The rock feels cool through my pants
and the moss feels rough and green.
Looking up through the trees to the sky
I'll never understand how all this got here.
How perfect things truly are.
I'm moving rocks in the woods like its my job.
Accomplishing nothing but a change of tempo
in the flow of the stream.
But i feel like God.