Little brook in the woods, You've been lost in the snow,
Your face does not sparkle, an ice beard you grow.
Deep under white, Your sweet grace you will bring,
By the roots of the twin tree, You're dreaming spring.
Little brook in the woods, Among the pines you flow
A race toward the ocean, to the sunset you go.
The little leaf boat you carry windward with your dance,
To join the vast seascape with happy dreams of chance..
by
Alcatraz
*nice poem i got from yahoo..