The Quiet Stream

Flowing softly, gently, The quiet stream sings, A lullaby to the stones, Cradling their ancient wisdom, Beneath the watchful skies.

Ripples glint in sunlight, Sparkling like laughter; The world fades away, In this serene canvas, Where solitude becomes a friend.

I sit on the bank, Engulfed in harmony, As whispers of water, Wrap around my soul, And carry my worries away.

• Konstantīns Raudive