| Sitting by the River |
| (written June 2005) |
| Sweet music of the singing birds, Capturing the soul, The smoothness of the running water, Soft rippling do I hear. Man-made fountains seen from afar, Rising to different lengths, People rushing too and fro, Though here, I feel at peace. Different shades of green leaves, Rustling in the gentle breeze, Overhanging the calm still water, Bowing its princely head. |