Stream
I sat on the soft mossy bank, giant trees surrounded me, grassy knolls spotted the area with small colourful blooming flowers scattered upon them like freckles on a face. In front of me was my stream, pebbled and flowing, diamond sparkles glinted in the sunlight as the water chuckled over its bed. Silvered fish darted between the rocky bottom and autumn coloured leaves meandered their way down. I breathed deep, stood and slid into the water. Cooling my body I undulated and melded into the depths, upon my back I felt the pebbles, within me the water and above me the sky. I was my stream and it was me, I continued my journey, I was the beginning, the middle and the end.