I stood besides

the bridge

by the cycle track.

 

Beneath it

flowed a gentle stream.

 

Around it

insects flew about

and swooped

to caress the

surface of

the water below.

 

Then I saw

a leaf

float gracefully

riding the rolling waters.

 

How I wished then

that I were weightless

and was able to

glide and land softly

on that leaf.

 

I would then

surf the length

of the river effortlessly

pearched on the leaf.

 

Oh its such a joy

to let the imagination

run wild

encouraged by nature.