Came across this brook today and it reminded me of the Poem by Christopher Tye
By the babbling brook I rest myself,
Watching damsel-flies hovering above the water,
Fish darting around for food and shelter,
Birds on the wing looking for their food,
Water boatmen swimming around without a care in the world,
The gentle breeze dropping petals into the water,
The banks covered in lush green grass,
The bull rushes and water lilies slowly spreading,
A little twig floating by towards the bridge,
The merry song of nature and water in harmony,
The afternoon sun glinting of the water,
Why would I want to be anywhere else but here,
By the babbling brook is the place to be.
Great light and PoV.. love this.. your water looks like water, bubbling and gurgling along, splashing over the weir.. a great find and a wonderful depiction..
the poem is a meditation in action.. thanks for posting..
@jorlam Thank you for your beautiful comments, I'm not a big fan of white milky water either Jorlam, I could have chosen The Brook - Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson equally suitable for this image, see the link https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-brook-2/ :)
@terryliv Your absolutely right about flowing water Terry I like the word babbling meaning:- (of a stream) make the continuous murmuring sound of water flowing over stones:)
March 6th, 2017
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the poem is a meditation in action.. thanks for posting..