AS THE RIVER FLOWS

AS THE RIVER FLOWS

The river that flows down the hill,

Is never able to be a moment still.

The rocks and pebbles at it's edge,

Lie as steady as the dead

In the quiet whisper, secrets revealed in a murmur's song,

A dance so beautiful where all belong.

Stories etched in the water's embrace,

A timeless tale of nature's grace.

In the depths, shadows softly cleave,

To the memories, hidden, missed by those who leave.

Under the surface, creation entwines,

As the current carries hope, both fragile and divine.

With each ripple, ambition unfurls

A symphony woven from the heart of the world.

In silence, imagination sails on waves,

Unraveling the future, where the spirit braves.

Beneath the moon's soft, illuminating glow,

Dreams drift like leaves, where the wild winds blow.

And on that gentle luminescent night,

Voiceless whispers of wonder ignite the twilight's flight

As the stars illuminate paths unseen,

The cosmos conspires, twisting fates serene.

In the stillness, the river bends and sways,

Carving eternity into the night's haze.

As time waltzes softly in its endless embrace,

The heartbeat of the universe dances with grace.