Nature’s Hidden Art

A little creek wanting to become big,

As it glides along the ground it trickled over a twig.

The creek flowed and left a wet trail.

It reflected sunlight in a beam that was frail.

The rock shined like a light.

The crystals sticking out like hands ready to fight.

The wet moss had little spikes that would stand until night.

The moss had little fingers trying to grab on and bite.

The ice shined like rippling water in the creek

As a bird tried to break it with its hard beak.