This is a submission for @carolkean's open-ended 'She Liked It' writing contest, which allows either poetry or a story. Since I've thrown depressing post-apocalyptic fiction at her in the past, I've gone a more merciful route here. I hope.
The rules stipulate using 'She Liked It' in a piece of writing. I changed the tense to present, 'She Likes It', which I hope does not disqualify me.
Over the Edge
Betwixt moss-green rocks
And earthen bed of stones
The sparkling stream prances.
A most musical laugh, indeed
Springs free.
And still hides between the trees.
(poem preview only)
