By the river wind blows through the trees,
Caressing their branches,
Dancing with them to the music of life.
I sit and watch, listening to the sounds.
The sounds of the river’s edge
So alive with life’s gentle touch.
On the surface,
Ducks paddle and dive,
Searching for food,
And what remains of this season.
I just look on and take it all in.
Staring blankly and not thinking,
I remain here until dark.
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