The reflection keeps strong,
no matter the waters uncalm,

I am certain that within this moment,
I belong,

The light it glimmers with a dancing stream,
the moving ripples,
so choreographed they seem.

Children are playing,
in harm's way they dare,
They live for each second,
of tomorrow,
they do not care,

Screams muffled,
by the sound of the fall,
the joys they are living,
worth it all,

The moon it is climbing,
the night grows old,
the full-figured beauty,
enchanting my soul,

The children are gone now,
oily foot prints remain,
memories live on,
until the showers of the river's rain.