The River’s Song
O gentle stream that wanders by, With whispers soft, beneath the sky; You carry tales of earth and time, In every ripple, nature’s rhyme.
Through meadows wide, your waters flow, A silver path where wildflowers grow; In sunshine bright and shadow’s dance, You weave the heart in nature’s trance.
May I beside your banks abide, In every moment, learn and glide; For in your depths, the world is drawn, In river’s song, the soul is pawned.
- Philip Webb