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
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
