I wander down to the stream 
Turned pastel in dawns light 
The light shines through the trees 
Magnified by their leaves 
As acorns turn 
Like the trees in fall 
From green to brown 
The moss grows on rocks  
Mushrooms spring up
Their tiny heads the size of a child's finger 
The grass grows along it's banks 
Long stalks of glistening life 
Feeding the doe as she wanders close 
I pick a blade 
Feet bared in the stream 
Serrated hairs on the blade 
Bury themselves in my finger 
I surrender to the imperfection 
That digs into me like a thorn 
And spend the whole day 
Ridding it of it's flaws
Making the grass smooth 
Beautiful 
Whole
Perfect 
If only to do this 
Were as easy in real life