THE RIVER

 The rivers flow a gentle stream,

A source of life, a peaceful dream.

I found beauty in the broken places,

Where wildflowers bloom in the empty spaces.

The wind, a gentle lover, whispers secrets sweet,

Through leaves that rustle softly, like a summer's treat.

 The river's melody, a soothing serenade,

Echoes through the valleys, where wildflowers are made.

 

   Anaya Saqib V Peach