The bubbling brook flows softly, gently,
Into the rapid, rushing stream
Which flows on swiftly, soundly forward,
Not pausing once to stop and dream.
It flows unceasing, swiftly onward,
To now regain time long since spent
In lazing, dreaming, hoping, wishing,
As a brook that softly, gently went.
This poem first appeared in The Candlelight Poetry Journal (1998).
Used here with permission.