feel the flowing of the years
raindrops rivers salty tears
homesick over sad goodbyes
lost and dewy lullabies
a walk along a hillside trail
the remedy that never fails
the sunshine and the shady trees
are medicine enough for me
there's nothing like a mountain stream
restore the dreamer and the Dream
feed the body; cleanse the mind
luxuriate in spots of time
by Richard W. Bray
