The Riverbank

By the gentle riverbank I sit, Where the waters shimmer and glide, Each ripple a story it can’t omit, As it carries the dreams of the world alongside.

The willows weep with a grace so pure, Their branches brush against the supple ground, In the soft embrace of nature, I find a cure, For in every sound there’s a healing sound.

Here in this place, my heart finds ease, Among the whispers of the flowing stream, For the river speaks in its native keys, And leads me gently into a dream.

• John Burroughs