Jul 25, 2017 · 1 min read
Wherever the brook be
Let me be ,
Wherever it flows , may I flow with it.
Forever loving the beauty it holds , allow me the pleasure of knowing the rock it spills over,
the growth of its airy fern within crevice .
Taking in the sunlight along the way, let me know you as my heart knows me, flowing free, give me life so that I can see
That beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
Jim Reeves , this photo captivates me. Childhood memories of a place I long to experience once again are cause for the nostalgia.
