Into Cool Water, by me
In the heart of the wild, under sky so vast,
A spring whispers secrets of journeys past.
Its waters, a melody of pure delight,
Quenching the thirst from the hike's great height.
Nestled 'mongst stones where the green moss grows,
A haven for souls seeking repose.
Each sip, a revival, so cool and clear,
Nature's own essence, bringing life near.
As shadows lengthen and day gives way,
The spring's gentle babble seems to say:
"Rest here, weary traveler, drink your fill,
Embrace the peace that lies within the still."