I’ll fetch thee brooks from spotted nooks
 

My River runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?
My river awaits reply.
O Sea, call graciously.
I’ll fetch thee brooks
From spotted nooks.
Say, sea, you will take me.

~ Dubinin (aka Whitestone)

I love the poem.
Thanks for writing it and posting it here. :)

Aw thank you! I modified it a little, but it's okay :D And you're welcome. There's no telling what one will like and another will not... It's amazing... The tiny leaves we watch pass by our window, and immediately forget, are the images that might last in another human being forever... .