American Writer, Photographer, and Website Designer. Former career Fire and EMS Lieutenant. She/Her/Lesbian.

Rushing Water And Rustling Leaves


I know a place
where we can go.
It’s down by the river;
one may listen to the wind blow.
Listen to the rushing waters
and the wind blowing
through a thousand leaves.
Leave your troubles behind…
come with me
to the place of rushing waters,
and rustling leaves.

13 responses to “Rushing Water And Rustling Leaves”

  1. Like my friend will always say, problem will never finish. We need to move one and leave the dead part far in the past

  2. I like quiet environment just like this one. You can hear your heart beat from here. Amazing surrounding

  3. Very nice poem a free verse I suppose. This is very tranquil. I see just the water flowing as peaceful as possible. Very Interesting.

  4. I miss going to the nature. I miss seeing her lovely view that always lightens up my soul.

  5. This is the place I would want to be. I don’t care if I stay here forever. It’s a place where it soothes my soul, and that’s what I really need at the moment.

  6. I love this poem, as I read through i could imagine myself at the river side the gentle flow of the water and the cool wind. It is usually a lovely sight.

  7. The place which is talked here made me imagine of a wonderful place. The place which I imagined is completely natural beauty, where you can relax your mind and soul.

  8. Very vivid picture in my head of this rushing waters place of paradise. Your words are very provocative. You’re a great lyricist for peaceful settings and marveling at the outdoors.

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