Secrets of the Brook
David Goode
Take yourself to mountain or meadow
Sit beside the running stream
Quiet yourself, still your breathing
Hear the native tongue of earth
Dialect of Mother Nature
Stream rushing over pebbles
Revealing secrets of life
Quiet voice speaks to soul
Laughter in eddy’s swirl
Rivers roar the message
Springs gush arias skyward
Telling the secret of life
Go listen to the brook
Drink its words, its poetry
Fill yourself with life