Listen to the Rocks

In the creek

Letting the water wash over me

I give myself to the rocks

I pick up each one separately

Feeling each one

And letting each sing me its song

They are all unique

Each has a special strain

One a harp, the softly vibrating string

Sending beautiful pulsing notes

Through the water

The next a flute

The bittersweet wail

Running right to the soul

Suddenly in the peace of the stream

The rocks sing all their songs

One by one, they join the chorus

Solo they are beautiful

Together, also strong

Listen to the voice of the rocks