Ripples in Time
In tranquil lakes, the ripples weave, A tapestry of fleeting dreams, The water’s mirror, shyly leaves, A glimpse of life, in silken beams.
The willow weeps in gentle waves, As shadows dance on softest ground, In nature’s arms, the spirit saves, A quiet solace, love profound.
The sunlight sinks behind the hill, As night reclines with starry gaze, In every heartbeat, time stands still, And nature’s pulse begins to praise.
- Clara Wadel