Just by the mountain stream...

And the stream
Went on
Rippling
Creating her music,
In the midst of silence...
Mixed with smell of trees
Incensed
And the mist
Of july rain
On the leaves
Looking woken fresh...

The sky as seen above
Visible distinctly blue wide
Had beauteous silence
Befitting the moment
Of a pure transcendence...

And
The mountain stream
Went on flowing
Happy by her own...
Rippling
Amidst impregnable silence
As the place chose to be in;