River
The palo blanco trees border the stream
venturing to bend down to the bluish rocky wall
the thin white spotted woody stems
dance to the rumbling noise of the water fall
the leaves' flipping faces swirl down
from golden orange to brown.
The murmuring castle in its nonchalant talk
foams to meet the tranquil turquoise
a lonely dragonfly hovers above,
the butterfly looks at herself on the surface
and the bees buzz to kiss the flowers by the edge
and nature sings a hymn, an ever green pledge.
