the water in a ripple along the bank

carrying an abundance of pads and

white water lilies

flutter exactly what the water's motion.

the banks see but little of brown dirt

more so the blades of the tall green

grasses in lines like crowds

encouraging runners in a marathon

among are the many plants of lavender,

cuddling with the deep green moss

and brushes along the simple bridge.

a bridge arching so subtle like a child

tip-toeing over a sounding toy

what once was painted to be as white as an egg

now tinted by the moss, kissing it to leave

a little love behind

a pathway that can lead to and from anywhere

you wish.

an embracing hug from the forest behind

the wisps of the hanging willows

intertwined with the leaves of the

many other trees

and welcoming path to any world you wish to see.