The river flows in front of me,
spreading far and wide,
and across the way I see,
a mountain capped with snow.
The current is slow, but strong,
while behind me in the trees,
a bird is singing its song,
the volume, a slow grow.
The sun warms up the air,
not a single cloud in sight,
the weather will be fair,
we’ll never want to go.
It’s going to be a lovely day,
siting by the water, watching,
and finding ways to play,
more fun we’ll never know.
Poetry
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Sounds like such a wonderful place and so descriptive, I’d like to be there now, thanks for sharing.