Beauty of the river

I hear the river.

Its gentle sounds of water flowing.

I walk towards it.

The clear water lets me see my reflection.

The small fishes, so gentle yet so agile.

Little frogs and tadpoles surround the river.

I swirl water with my hand.

The cold water wakes me up.

It feels refreshing.

The sunrise casts a deep orange colour

onto the river.

I look up, the scattered clouds across the sky like art.

I hear my name being called.

The faint sound of my name,

rings in my ears.

I walk towards it.