I will ask the river, that flows serene
I will speak to the sky
I will ask the river that murmurs
Not to ask me why
I cannot speak for myself.
That time has long since passed me by.
The river can murmur and sing
Unspent by passion: my voice
Will break like a terribly taut string.
My words will be grammatically and academically
Twisted (like that leafless tree) , unfortunately!
I want the river to speak, to speak
Alone, alone with thee.
The river can, softly and without tears
Tell you my dreams and my fears
I know you will listen:
And while city lights in the water glisten
You wont see the tears that shine on my face
No, that is a serious, sentimental place
That only I know;
Flow, river, flow.
Flow, river flow.
Speak to the only love I know.
Daybreak approaches soon
You and he by the light of the moon
Will murmur whilst I -
Will wait for you to bring me his reply.
True, if we have the eyes to see and ears to hear Nature speaks. Nature is a great soothing source In it joy flows with flooding force, If we can open up our hearts If craftiness from life departs. CP
At times Mother Nature is our only hope. Nice one Ma'am.
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This one plucks the lyre strings of the heart. You and the river are singing together. Your last lines are pure enchantment. Kind wishes, Sandra