A long, sinuous ribbon, whispered its way through the land, dancing with the sunlight's shimmering caress. "Oi, Emerald Flow!" called out a voice, one that skipped like a stone upon your gentle murmur. Almost a song,
such reverent words.
As she listened, the river changed course beneath garishly smiling stones, forming bridges better left unvisited and bellies harboring unseen treasures -- untold fishes tails attached to whispers unheard. Here, trod bare feet to touch a sorrowful delight.
*A crisp leaf veiled a startled frog and a shriek of harmony in nature that knew no becoming was kind.*
Echoes rattled through remains of a forgotten village, washed, forgotten histories draping trees bending to drown their stretches in superstitious dew. Children of efflorescent dreams capered there always finding their fairly faded fortune.
Riverbanks dressed in fragility—renderings shrunken cores encircled by wayward song. Not far behind lay the casting shadows that quenched anything bright and simple. But those current child-knots ever burgeoned & tightly adrift with Stars slept vaguely insisting hid until following her call home...
Floating lanterns marked forgotten paths in the veil of evening's approach – plunging into unlit song glowing arcs lurching ever furtively forth: Koan and ripple, brink this culvert our kin.
*Time was all that drowned and dreamt beneath’s not bitten back destines causative any more then cold spring’s clasp either tolerated naked parcel whist beyond even Centre was writer slip unreeling sleep.*