Spirit of the River

It laughs with the coming of spring, on riverbanks wild grasses cling, flowers waft a scent through faint mist, on gentle winds leaves sway and twist It drifts and floats with its current, pursuing visions not urgent, but flowing spontaneously down, to merge with the sea its own crown It carries a song in its heart, not let tempests wrench it apart, cherishes the music pulsing, inside deep waters, caressing. How exquisite this nature’s bond, boundless, untouched till time beyond the breath of the universe blows over their depths, grace it bestows. So I gather my thoughts in joy, lift them to the light to enjoy, blaze a path heavenwards to fill, and say to my soul, “peace, be still”. @jjote 042621