When I was asked who I trusted,
words could not explain,
for my heart was attached
to the current that flows like
blood flows in my veins.
The swirls of the brook sing
the tidings of the day,
and the trees around it hum along
while they sway.
The music of the world,
the dance of life,
and the balance of nature
is what gives me advice.
When I was asked who I trusted,
words could not explain,
for the secret of the stream
was best left in my brain.
Emily Johnston