Other things I thought about: 

 
Sunlight on a burbling brook 
reflecting harmony at dinnertime.
 
Wishing wells without wishes,
pennies on pavement left to tarnish,
luck left to the touch of rain and erosion. 
 
The greenery of it all, path to peace,
through the gaze of passenger windows. 
 
Trill of thought, calm melody of mind, 
oh, let this be the norm, 
my penny wish tossed into the brook
surrounded by the ivy vines and peeling trees.