The little beck upon the mountain,
Is as a small child exploring the smooth stones of the stream.
Bubbling with excitement,
Gurgling and laughing,
As the darting fish tickle its skin.
The Sun’s rays penetrate the surface,
Making mini rainbows for the water fairies to swoop under.
Sprinkling their gleaming gold,
So humans can see the reflecting element of depth.
The power of glimmering silver wings over the bubbling beck.