Along an ivy covered wall
vines grow freely.
Their green fill in empty spaces.
Crocus rest along a babbling stream.
Here sunlight skims the surface of turquoise
waters, creating gaudy reflections of
jewel toned water droplets.
A Kismet
for the gentle soul.
Sometimes a lone traveler passes,
not aware of his surroundings;
he walks through life.
Such beauty is visible
to those who hear the water.