Wondering, It is like water. It flows through the mind as a stream through a forest.
The mind is its bed, nurtured and fed as the trees on the banks are to the water below.
The wondering stream goes on, throuout our lives, in its slow, blissful way.
Sometimes it picks up from other streams, from other lands, and sources, but ever it flows on the same path.
Eventually, it will reach its course, and another stream will go in its place.
So wonder on, and never let your banks run dry.
Poetry
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Beautiful imagery. I like to think of wondering this way. One tip to offer – the possessive form of “its” does not have an apostrophe. (Line 2 – its bed, Line 3 – its slow, blissful way, and Line 5 its course.
Keep writing!