I crossed the creek on the old tree trunk,
letting its broad back bridge the gap
between my fear and its fall.
I trod in the lake,
letting its icy wash awaken
the dream of walking on water.
I crossed the creek on the old tree trunk,
letting its broad back bridge the gap
between my fear and its fall.
I trod in the lake,
letting its icy wash awaken
the dream of walking on water.