The Singing Creek

The Singing Creek

Bend low over the bridge
Among the ferns,
You can hear the mysterious toccata and fugue,
The music reflecting stars,
Where the bending trees
Wash their hair,
And moan with the wind,
And shiver with starlight.
Oh, send the cellos
Like sap in the greenwood!
Now flutes,
And the whisper of creekwater
Over the flat rocks;
And one frog
Leaping into the pool.

mn 2005