
I glide upon the mirrored stream,
A silent thread in the tapestry of light.
The sun kisses ripples into gold,
And I am both witness and being,
A breath of grace on water’s skin.
Each stroke of wing, each curve of neck,
A hymn to the quiet wonder of now.
I drink the scent of earth and leaf,
Feel the pulse of roots beneath the surface,
And know I am both small and infinite.
The fallen tree leans, a guardian of time,
Its shadow dancing, a prayer in motion.
I float beneath its sheltering arm,
A keeper of stillness, a bearer of peace,
Carried in the river of creation.
I am the song of wind through reeds,
The shimmer of sunlight in liquid glass,
A whisper of eternity in each feather,
Part of the unfolding, sacred whole,
Gifted to the world, gifted to myself.
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