Beneath the willow's gentle sway,
Where river currents weave and play.
Leaves cascade in a ballet so freely,
Each pirouette into the flowing sea.
Rocks converse, click, and clang,
Transforming in the river's rhythmic pang.
They dance in circles, making a watery sound.
A mesmerizing, timeless rebound.
A hand extends into the stream,
Stirring ripples like a dream.
Ribbons of water leap and flash.
Embracing the moment with a splash.
So a fool, enchanted, dares the flow.
As the river's melody begins to grow.
With grace, they succumb, begin to drown,
Water fills her lungs,
silent crown
yet another queen.
