Rivers
i float in my canoe peacefully down the river wave and ripple flash before me a i glance into the water something shine but i wait and keep paddling a i near a weeping willow through the tree i see something glow so brightly compare to the radiant sun it be a flickering candle i swiftly retrieve the object it be a rock sparkling in the midst an animal run i quiver a i paddle back i wonder what i might have pick up before i shall never know