Unburdening

I sometimes wonder
if I hold a boulder
on my shoulder -
infinite thoughts,
worries and doubts,
the weight of the world
it seems to hold;
until it drops, freed
into the rolling green
o'er hills and valleys
so silent, serene -
the sound of your flute
beckons and calls,
through gushing rivers
and waterfalls;
now bouncing and dancing
into the horizon,
it rolls along
with gay abandon!