DW1 ~ Dreaming a New World ~ Philip Brent

A piercing flute; yellow bird darts above the falls
Falling water, low notes drop, drip, splash, plop
Cool blue pool reflects a cloudless sky, empties
Flute glissandos dance along piano-chord rocks

Faster now, volume, power grow as birds chirp
As this river of music blusters, pushes, cascades
Slides into green darkness of overhanging trees
Into a narrow channel, sun flashing, sparkling

Rippling, twisting, tumbling over hidden stones
Surging, yearning, driving, brooking no obstacle
Rushing, rising, diving through new-cut channels
Majestic, able to move mountains into the ocean