Ceaseless Brook, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz

Ceaseless BrookWild Asters, Dennis Miller Bunker (1889)

Ceaseless Brook

Beside me abundant wild asters grow
Each jostling for positions at the edge
Siphoning precious health from water’s flow
Making it perfectly pure as they dredge

Taken to my knees by invitation
Scooping clear freshness into my cupped hand
Put to my lips without hesitation
She is the center of this fertile land

Listening, searching for the slightest sound
Can hear melodic babble of the brook
Its helpful water darts across the ground
Adding pluses to my earthy outlook

A bunch of wild asters placed in my pack
Dried, will be a reminder to come back