The brown water flows sluggishly beneath the trees
and a tired daylight touches the meadow
the little stream does not stir noisily
but seems the surface of a painting

The trees stretch skyward in their dappled shade
and dogwood dollops the forest with green
a cow is eating grass beyond the trees
and the sky is gray

the scene seems sad, the stream a liquid mirror
spinning forest dyes with dulled air
and dismal gleams

A tired step stirs the bank
and a wayward hand gently moves leaves
coolest shade moves across a blank face
and wraps the silent wanderer in blue hues

The cow flicks its tail, and trees sway