Walking by the Creek By Kaysa Rowan [Verse 1] Walking by the creek Wading in bare feet Feeling the smooth stones underfoot Trying to catch minnows as they dart Swimming past in little swarms of silver Moving fast [Verse 2] Listen for the blue jay’s squawk Hiding in a nearby tree Waiting for a chance To steal a meal quietly [Verse 3] Wildflowers brilliant in their inviting colors Dancing softly beneath the sun’s warm glow Carpeting meadows in ribbons of grace A kind of quiet magic in a peaceful place [Verse 4] Butterflies drifting on a gentle breeze Dancing past the blossoms and the nearby trees Dragonflies darting like arrows made of glass Skimming through the colors in the summer grass [Verse 5] Feeling the sun on my face Surrounding me in a warm embrace The wind sweeping my sorrows away A cooling cleanse lifting out negativity [Outro] I hear the bubbling of the creek Swiftly winding out of sight I see it Glimmering in the fading evening light
