Poets and writers have for generations written of seeking the wisdom and knowledge of the stars. This wisdom and knowledge is ancient and deep but it is most often of things past and ideas primal. Under the light and warmth of the sun, under blue skies and gentle breezes I instead seek the wisdom and knowledge of the waters. I listen to what the babbling brook and the meandering creek tell me. They collect all the wisdom and knowledge of the lands as they flow and speak of things living and now.