Winding through the woods of summer
beneath live oaks’ graceful arbors
cool breezes make breathing calmer,
brush the moss that never labors
but drifts freely.
Cracking thunder, darkened skies
hail the sea storm rolling in.
All nature waits with grateful eyes
to watch the watering begin
Rising creeks at one time shallow
fill with flourish in the downpour.
They find the courses, gain their flow
rush through the marshes with their store
to greet the sea.