An Empty Riverbed




I came across an empty riverbed
a quiet trickling stream
with pebbles gold and brown
like treasure, buried underneath.


Water rippling round each tiny stone
in subtle rhythm,
nature's flowing undertone.


I felt the quiet in the air
as wind rushed through the trees-
this short melody, composed
to the dribble, drabble of the stream.


Ebbing to and fro

in wandering ways
down the empty riverbed
its beauty made by sunlit rays.



Author's Notes/Comments: 

A poem I wrote while walking by a small stream in a forest, with a friend.

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It's really pretty! I love

It's really pretty! I love it!


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Thanks Moriah!

Thanks Moriah!