River's Edge

Listen to stories told, as the green grass over-hangs, touching as if thirst leads to this Evening's conversation. Refreshed, the sun going down is of meditation. Whispers flowing thru a spirit of one, truth given. Night soon to come, greetings as a friend, here as company, the moon giving her her shine, is such beauty. Here I stand to witness this painting, a painting that will not be forgotten. I stand firm, listening to every word she speaks, for she is the River.