Below my house sits a river

Stretching on it seems forever.

Strangers tread upon its shore 

To talk, to sit, to hear its roar,

To find rest till sorrow is over.

It is here I come to be alone

To watch the waters ebb and flow.

Lovely is the path not tread,

Where man and nature haven’t wed.

The river is a tomb for sorrow.

The sun’s light does ricochet

Off the water as a golden display.

Sunsets here are peaceful 

Reaching deep within my soul

Luring my mind astray.

I hope you’ll walk with me someday

To watch the water dance and play.

Let your heart with the river blend,

Then your spirit shall begin to mend.

As sorrow with the river drifts away.