The river flows through vale and glade, A liquid mirror where dreams are laid. In every ripple, life parades, As sunlight dances in a cascade.

The willows weep, in sorrow, joy, Their branches hang, the breeze they toy. In nature’s hands, the heart’s alloy, Her beauty, pure, no man can destroy.

So here I sit, wrapped in her glow, With every sigh of wind that blows, And in this moment, all else slows, As nature’s love continuously flows.

• Andrei Bely