The river rolls onward, a timeless refrain, While the sun shines a mirror, on her silken domain; In a cradle of blue, the hills fold their arms, A safe place for whispers and nature’s sweet charms.
The echo of footsteps on the soft mossy floor, Speak of nature’s communion and how we explore; For the symphony swells in the hush of the trees, And the heart finds a rhythm that dances with ease.
- C J Dennis