The river runs in harmony, the way it ebbs and flows;
Trickling quite peacefully, with intention no one knows.
Rocks and stones, stand like thrones, that’s what people say;
But water knows no obstacles, standing in its way.
I walk along the river, humming gentle songs;
Echoing serenity, it dances right along.
Although its grace is fleeting, an ever moving pace;
I relish in its purity, as delicate as lace.