With the River
Below my house sits a river
Stretching on it seems forever.
Strangers tread upon its shore
To talk, to sit, to hear its roar,
To find rest till sorrow is over.
It is here I come to be alone
To watch the waters ebb and flow.
Lovely is the path not tread,
Where man and nature haven’t wed.
The river is a tomb for sorrow.
The sun’s light does ricochet
Off the water as a golden display.
Sunsets here are peaceful
Reaching deep within my soul
Luring my mind astray.
I hope you’ll walk with me someday
To watch the water dance and play.
Let your heart with the river blend,
Then your spirit shall begin to mend.
As sorrow with the river drifts away.