O river of reflection, Your currents pull the heart, In your depths, I see the heavens, Art of nature’s whispered art. Dancing on your vibrant surface, Is the light of stars above, Each ripple carries dreams of ages, In your arms, I find my love. Whispering willows bend in reverence, As the world in quiet sleeps, While the earth abides your beauty, In the silence, the heart leaps.

• Marina Tsvetaeva