I wandered into the woods
and stopped by the creek.
It told me of all its adventures
and where it had been.
It told me of all the eyes
disappointed by what they saw;
how they fussed and whined
of it being too small.

The creek began to cry,
wishing it wasn't a let-down.
"Listen to me," I said
as I knelt to the ground.
"You may not have width,
but you...