I was fishing in the creek,
enjoying nature at its best,
the trout is what I went to seek,
but the picture tells the rest.
I smelled the balsam trees,
saw a mother with her fawn,
watched pollen stolen by bees,
and more at the crack of dawn.
Splashing beyond a large rock,
caught my attention at mid-day,
on this scene my mind did lock,
wood-scene thoughts soon fell away.
© Copy written for what I will never know.