In the reflection of river,
Masterful mirror of change,
Ripples are winking and strange,
Sliding on veil of glimmer.
Water in braids never calm;
Streams universally styled
In wonder and simple admire, -
Of many drops is the gown.
Rivers do never turn back,
Each, every step is just forward,
Opposite winds and a snowfall,
Ready to jump and go blank,
Follow a zigzag and twist
Over the stones and sands,
As it's allowed to last
In the unspeakable mist.

June 2024