Waves wobble and wander,
quietly calling, "Come, come."
Echo of echo, ripple of ripple,
the water sings a simple song.
A pebble plops,
and is swallowed, or so it seems.
Up the mountains, soft whispers.
Raindrops dance, in line, in time,
a chain of gems, spinning endlessly.
Listen closely, to the babble,
secrets wrapped around flowing waters.