Tranquility At The Brook

Walking through the tall woods Like the one Robert mentioned In his poem road not taken Happened to play melodious tune, That pours deep down in my soul As if like, I'm next to river flowing So calm and clear in what it does Flowing in freedom, with melody that means. Stroked by its flowing element My hands could feel the merriment The soul of river donned, as it shared The sweet, sound glory of movement. My soul longeth this very echoes Churned in the mute, yet elite nature Playing the doldrums of that is more Capable to encaptivate her, at one place. Laying on her bank, like a child Hearing her voice, like a gazelle Dipped in her tranquil caress I close my eyes, to hear her better. The enchanting flute note Well versed with hopeful coat I long, to be with her even more Wearing her elegance, like ruby stone.