The River

Where the cold water flows and boulders reach to the heavens. Where trout dart from rock to midge to riffle to pool. Where the world slows to a stop and my mind is clear. Where my faith is renewed and my soul finds rest. Where the trail ends and the people dont dare go that far. Where my heart finds peace and my spirit is at ease. Where with simple rod and fly in hand, my feet deep in the pool, I am one with the river. Find all these things and you'll find me.