By Scott Bailey © 2014
Wide, water wash
Grey beneath the early morning mist
Chance sunbeams bounce and sparkle
River banks lost and blurred
Returning to their ancient ways
Unbound from man’s constraint
A gentle reminder of the eventual winner
Water wandering where it will
Free and unordered
Rolling, seeping or swelling to the sea
Grasses, shrubs and trees, swimming
Mirrored in their sudden still lakes
Expanding
Originally published in A Spring of Dreams
Scott Andrew Bailey - Author 