Of course, I’d be delighted to write another poem. Here it goes:
Beneath the chorus of the azure sky,
Where sunlight dreams and shadows lie,
There, a river weaves its silver thread,
Through the heart of the valley, it’s led.
Whispering tales to the willow’s ear,
Kissing stones that have stood for years,
Caressing the roots, the river runs,
Under the watchful gaze of the sun.
In its gentle murmur, a melody thrives,
A testament to nature’s vibrant lives,
Dancing fish, the heron’s graceful flight,
In the river’s song, they find their light.
Upon its surface, the world is mirrored,
In its depths, life’s secrets are stored,
An ancient pact of sun and rain,
In each ripple, it’s retold again.
The river dreams in shades of blue,
In its dream, life’s rhythm ensues,
From mountain’s heart to the open sea,
It carves its path with patient glee.
As day surrenders to the velvet night,
The river sings under the moon’s soft light,
In the silence, it hums and flows,
Where it will lead, nobody knows.
In its perpetual journey, the river finds,
The pulse of life, in its twists and winds,
For each of us, like the river, flows,
From whence we come, no one knows.
But in our hearts, like the river’s song,
The love for life, vibrant and strong,
Flows endlessly, like the river, we,
Are part of this beautiful mystery.