Ahhhhh……

Ahhhhh……
by Christabel Germain

Water.
Warmed,
By the suns fingers,
That pokes and prods,
Into the depths of the,
Murky pools that;
Babbles,
Eagerly down to the streambed,
Rushing to tell stories to the patient ear,
That listens,
As water;
Giggles,
Tickled by the grass that lazily bends in the wind,
Barely etching the waters skin as it;
Spinning,
Tossed about by rocks,
And pebbles that lie,
In its way.
It laps at my toes.