shall I cast my line from this pristine sight
let the flow take my bait, rid myself of blight
the serentity of the water. can hypnotize the mind
quiet trickles smooth the stones, daydreams I find
little creatures that scurry past my feet
such a roadblock wont keep them from their destiny
their sense of being, an amazing thing
and the wonderment that they bring
as the breeze and the suns wink fades deep
the moon reflects at me, from this steady stream
Its smile talks to me in silent conversation
saying, the line of hope resides in your
own revelation