Riddonkulous

I begin where the earth lets go, A silver thread with nowhere slow. I slip through stones and whisper past, Never the same, yet always vast. I have no feet, but I wander on, Chasing the valley from dusk to dawn. I may tickle roots, reflect the sky, Or sing beneath a dragonfly. I’m not a river, though I share its way, I’m smaller, gentler, day by day. Through woods and meadows, I quietly look A winding ribbon called a...