The muddy forest
has now dried.
The icy river
bathes in the sunlight.
And, the stormy sea
has now subsided.
I now bathe in a river;
not yours,
nor anothers.
Its waters are warm,
it covers my body
in its soft currents slow.
A lamb lies
on the pasture next to it,
it drinks from the waters
and stares at me.
A bird circles overhead
in search of fish,
finding nothing
it keeps moving.
I let the river
cradle and carry
me
to pastures new
where I'll go sing
a different tune.