See how the stream does smoothly flow Silently passing beneath branches that grow Upon the steep banks that slant to sky Seeking warm rays, so they can survive.
These leafy arms shade the muted stream As it weaves its path in constant theme Through dappled light its forms entrance Leading the insects in merry dance.
A mossy cloak, worn by each tree On northern parts that face the lea And upon this moist and shaded side The moss the cooler air imbibes.
A refreshing wind picks up and blows Through the leaves and swaying boughs Those rhythmic sounds add atmosphere As the sun in evening, disappears.
The daytime kisses the night goodbye And leaves us with a dusky sigh While pungent aromas of mother earth Rise to the sight of the universe.
There cannot be, a better place than this Where one can enjoy eternal bliss Than to stroll beneath the riverside trees With contented mind⦠is heaven indeed!