FEET IN THE CREEK
Beneath the trees that touch the sky,
Down where their leaves fall to the ground.
Across a meadow, beyond the grass so tall,
A creek with flowing water, I travel under the sun.
What a treat, my shoes are off, my feet in the creek,
Under these trees that have stood here for some time,
Beneath the blue and clouded sky, water touches my feet
Feet in the creek, a cool, flowing breeze, just these things and me.