Ode to the Salmon River
As I sit in solitude by the water’s edge
The morning rays of sunshine dance across the ripples
The clouds above flow sluggishly by
as if waking up from a drowsy sleep.
As I sit in solitude by the water’s edge,
the sun rises higher in the morning sky.
The wind starts to whisper as it blows,
through the tress and over the glistening ripples
like a dance to a slow song.
As I sit in solitude by the water’s edge,
the sun begins to droop on the peaks of the distant mountain tops.
Birds fly across the sunset sky in search of a resting place.
The sound of rushing water trumps the afternoon noise.
As I sit in solitude by the water’s edge,
the sun has now set for the night.
The only noise to be heard is the rushing
water over the rocky shore line.
The peacefulness of night has come,
as I sit in solitude by the water’s edge.