A light wind rustling through moss-covered trees,
Boat swaying gently with every little breeze.
Water like glass, sparkling in the noonday sun,
Gliding lazily along until the day is done.
Peacefully drifting along the shore,
Becoming one with nature, it’s what this day is for

Quiet, then the “plunk” of fishing line,
Patiently watching and waiting for a sign.
It doesn’t really matter if we catch a fish,
Time alone together is all that we could wish.
Bullfrog croaking, the familiar song of birds,
Souls connecting, there is no need for words.
Two hearts bonding, rediscovering their worth,
Finding a little heaven down here on earth.

©Cassandra Crews 2001