I trace the line of the shore
with my bare tiptoes.

The river is cold.

Beneath my feet
are pointy rocks.

I pay no mind.

I look up
to see her in all of her glory.

As fragments of rainbows
shimmer across her body,

the lush green trees
swallow the land across from me.

What a sight to see.

I hear a light tingling of bells
in the breeze,

and my beautiful eyes behold
river spirits dancing before me,

drenched in gold.

Honeysuckle brushes my nose.

I dip my hands
into the cold green abyss.

Then I go.