By My Window It Flows

As the river flows by my window, through valleys and hills, the sound of its torrent, calms and stills the churn and turmoil of bystanders standing on shore, watching the current twist, toss, churn and soar. The water glints as the sun puts gleam on its face. Onward the river flows, in a long steady embrace. As I look out through my window, watching it roll by I hear the river murmur its gentle purr and sigh. The river flows in sinuous meanders around each bend. Taking its time it goes, ever so slowly, with no rush to descend too quickly through its valleys so deep, mountains so tall, savoring the journey, for timeless, everlasting recall.