The river flows, a silver thread, Through meadows wide and free; It sings a song of peace instead, Of all the strife we see. With every ripple, every bend, It whispers of the past; An echo of the time we spend, In beauty unsurpassed.

So let us wander by its shore, And watch the waters gleam; For nature’s gift is evermore, A never-fading dream.

• George William Russell