The River

Beneath the sky where whispers flow, A river winds, a silken dream, It carries tales the currents know, Of time, of love, of timeless stream.

Each bend a glimpse of worlds anew, Reflections dance upon the tide, In emerald depths, old secrets brew, Where nature’s heart and soul collide.

It murmurs soft to rocks and reeds, A lullaby of life’s embrace, In every ripple, memory breeds, In every drop, a lover’s trace.

So sit beside this gentle stream, And let its song wash over you; For in its flow, we drift, we dream, The river winds, and so do you.

• Valery Briussov