Sounds of You

The sound of the water travels 

through the hills, a melody of bubbles, 

rocks, and reasons.  Bare December 

trees look down on honest, leafy blankets 

covering rocky ground.  Follow the call 

of moving water; it speaks of patience 

and travels that never end, only pick up 

leaves to carry along the way.  Moss 

wraps rocks in green warmth, whispers 

them secrets of softness and holding on. 

And then, the light filters gently, with hope, 

kissing the water into swirls and drops, 

sounds of you everywhere.