I listen to the brook as it tumbles on its way

“ I have no power to determine my path….. the wind and the rain are in charge of that…. But I savor my surroundings as I pass along this way …. for the water I carry cannot stay…. But I remain a path for this water of life that gives and takes back…. And it’s sweet harmonies that it sings as it passes over the rocks…..often turns angry when the rains fill my banks……it pronounces as it carves and shapes…. “ you are never in charge…… get used to it…. enjoy those moments of serenity and calm….. for a storm is always brewing and it won’t be long… before the pleasant voices you hear in her banks have another dimension…..and it takes what it gives……and you better listen to it”

I listen to brooks…….and they listen to me

🦍almost 🦍