Flowing water comes swishing by. The admiral blue reflects it's mirror light. Flowing through the deeper dark shadow of the cool night. By the brook, water slid above the mossy steep rocks that swiftly fell and cause a splash. Rocks and pebbles helped them slid above. Reduce the raucous and jibber voice of human kind...Peace made its place. Hence the sound came living by. Little cascades were swollen down. Bright grew the sunshine near the heavens sky. Prim and white roses sang the music air. The water responds to them with a hasty splash.

Poem:
Blue as in blue
They Flow the glory due
Along they pass the way
For they ought to strive the day

Pure of shining lake
True as mighty fair
More of a sound of drips
Don't dwell and stay

Dark and cool with flocks of nightingale
Birds that stoop to drink the water lake
Poor, wee, and puny creatures they are
But they keep moving, just like the mellow lake