The Rise

Silent shadow in the deep
Holding station position keep
Rivers flow brings bounty through
Silent shadow tracks its to

The mayfly spent bounty brings
A fragile shell with gossamer wings
Drifting trapped on current fast
Provides for another its service last

The shadow rises through the layers
Heads and tails through surface bears
The mayfly it serves the river true
Provides the meal for life anew

The eternal circle now complete
The trout takes rest in water deep
Waiting for the drifting wings
There last dance bounty brings

What a great poem! I loved it.

Mostyn

cool.