Morning rush

The creek sings over rocks,
  bubbling down the way.
Talking, laughing, tripping
  on and on it goes.
You can listen to it's banter
  as it makes it's rushing
Way onward. Sending up
  spray to baptize you
Into some understanding
  of morning, and still.
Just being in this one place
  with waters clinging.
Beckoning you to listen
  and consider the healing flow.