An Empty Riverbed

I came across an empty riverbed
and a quiet trickling stream
with little pebbles gold and brown
like treasure, buried underneath.
Water rippling round each tiny stone
nature's subtle rhythm
and flowing undertone.
I felt the quiet in the air
as wind rushed gently through the trees-
this sweet melody composed
to the dribble, drabble of the stream
Ebbing to and fro in wandering ways
down the empty riverbed
its beauty made by sunlit rays.

- Adam Taylor Green, 2012