Rippling waters cast reflections, Of sky and blossoms, of joy and peace; In the heart of a tranquil river, All worries fade, and sorrows cease.

Overhead, the lark sings sweetly, A melody of freedom and flight; With each ripple and each soft note, Nature unfolds her purest light.

Let us linger where the water flows, In the dance of life, in gentle grace; For in these rippling reflections, We find ourselves in nature’s embrace.

• Arthur Rimbaud