By gentle waters where the willows weep,
I wandered slow, beneath the evening haze.
My River whispering secrets, low and deep,
As twilight wove its soft, enshrouding maze.
The moon, a silver sentinel on high,
Adorned the path with beams of tender light.
Reflections danced like stars within the sky,
A mirror to the soul in tranquil night.
Beneath the boughs, a quiet peace I found,
Where memories and dreams entwined with grace.
My River sang a song without a sound,
Its current\'s rhythm matched my heart’s own pace.
In nature\'s arms, I felt the world composed,
Where love, time and My River\'s flow reposed.