Where the river waits.

It's amazing how inspiration comes from a four edged image, woke up today and while scrolling my gallery i found some pictures i took last week and decided to write about it's beauty,hope you find it interesting.Here's it;

Beneath a sky of cotton clouds, so blue and boldly wide,
The river hums its ancient song with time upon its tide.
A bridge extends like whispered hope across the muddy stream,
Linking lands, and lives, and dreams.

The tents stand dressed in pastel grace, like laughter dressed in light,
Their fabrics dance with gentle winds, like joy that feels just right.
Chairs wait in rows for voices bright, for hearts to laugh and dine,
While moments shape like poetry in sunlight's golden line.

A pool reflects the scattered clouds, two boys with laughter near,
And far beyond, the water speaks of stories we hold dear.
Of lands beyond, of silent prayers, of journeys still unknown,
Of how we rest, and play, and meet before we're called back home.

So here we breathe, where colors bloom on grass of velvet green,
Where river, bridge, and sky combine to paint what peace can mean.
And in this frame of fleeting time, let stillness make us wise
To cherish now, the breeze, the view, the hush beneath the skies.

Hope you found my piece of artistry interesting.

All shots taken by me
Camera: Tecno camon 17p