I often walk along the shaded brook
Each stepping stone a place where I have been
Recalling, as a child, when I would look
Beneath each one to find a wayward friend.
The swirling waters rush, yet go nowhere
Still trapped by a collection of debris
But soon the banks will bare with weather fair
And once again the waters will flow free.
In life, the waters rise before they ebb
And one must take precaution not to drown
Beware the swirling waters’ luring web
That knocks you off your feet and takes you down.
Just sitting on life’s banks will bring no harm
While waiting for its waters to be calm.