Once more My River called;
By its side I walked and dreamed.
The pigeons were there,
There in abundance.
Watching me walk,
Walk through their domain,
Flying up to the trees
As I approached them.
Then the dream struck me,
What if I could fly with them
And fly into the sky,
Away from the ills of this earth,
Dreaming of places of peace and wonder.
I was pulled back,
Realising that at this moment there was peace,
Peace and wonder in my life
As I walked with My River.
Gently, quietly, in harmony
In harmony with both My River
And My Spirit.
My Spirit that was always with me,
But so much more apparent
As I walked by My River.
I passed a large growth of nettles
But there in their centre,
The wonder of Nature was shown
Three beautiful daffodils shone,
Shone in the sunlight,
Showing me that even in tragedy
Wonder and beauty can shine through.