I step lightly
 over the water worn stones
 dodging crystal clear puddles,
 that wait for the rolling waters return.
 The riverbed plays pathway,
 to chattering squirrels and deer,
 that passed the night before.

 I see pockets of lush greenery,
 that brings back adventures
 of autumn days burnt away.
 Time spent exploring trees
 and romping through the forest.

 I gather several tiny
 stones, polished to beauty
 by years of refinement and weathering.
 Across the water,
 the rocks skip and slide
 bringing back a little of
 that timeless magic of youth.