Along the river's edge, on a leafy path lit gold;

Falling in with the beat of the water's natural flow;

As the Sun dips into dusk, sparkling reflections glow;

The wonder of the beauty frees my soul, my heart slows.

Be the flow.

A fish splashes the surface, disappearing like lightening;

Swift and certain, quick, determined, scales flashing, glinting;

Swimming nimbly, tail swishing, fins fanned for gliding;

The divine beauty of perfect motion, graceful, mesmerising.

Be the flow.

All around us, from the salty air to the ground below;

Nature's rhythm nurtures, as it quickens, as it slows;

Evolving cycles, spiralling, we feel, we breathe, we know;

The more aware, the more we savour life, the more we grow.

Be the flow.

At the crown of a tree, a Robin shares a melody, singing;

Wistful notes dance and blend in subtle waves, no end, no beginning;

Pause to listen, for this perfect moment Nature has so generously given;

Never forgotten, always lifting us to a higher level of conscious living.   

Be the flow.

Sue Cartwright

Spiral Leaf