Ode To A Mountain Stream

If you capture all the beauty of a sparkling mountain stream
You’ll think you’ve been transported to the rapture of a dream.
To see the way it dances and prances through the hills
Is to see a bit of paradise to banish all your ills.
It twists and turns and bends its way through many a mossy glade
And rushes down a rocky shoot in sunlight and in shade.
There are cataracts and rock filled pools and many a trout filled run
Grassy swards and tree lined banks glistening in the sun.
To see the stream at daybreak when a browsing deer you’ll find
Is a sight to top all others in the gallery of your mind
Except for that one picture at the ending of a day
When the sparkling waters capture the sun’s last rays.