Beside yon river’s edge, my spirit finds repose,
Where babbling waters grace the earth’s tender breast,
An opus of solace, nature’s veritable prose,
Awakens depths of feeling, ardently impressed.
The river spins its yarn with aqueous strands,
A tapestry of life, both savage and refined,
Its currents waltz, entwined like lovers’ hands,
As time suspends, bewitched by its design.
In undulating ripples, memoirs unfurl,
Each billow an inscription upon my soul’s decree,
Where whispered enigmas of yore gently swirl,
And sorrows, like the waters, languidly flee.
O, river bank, your pulchritude transcends,
Within your cradle, eternal serenity attends.
