Intellectual Introspection

Down by the river

Pebbles talk
and seagulls flock.
they move to the sound
of the whirling wind
that attempts to blow away my thoughts.

have you ever walked down a river
or maybe you're just not a giver.
walk with your feet to the beat of the silence
the leafs flying in your glance
and the trees, shadowing causing a trance.
Word after word
sound after sound
they appear in your head as the world goes round.

can you see it?
it's the prairie that calls you
and the bright blue sky is helping you.
it's the place
the place of such magic
that lets you release your emotions.
it's down by the river.