Tranquility At The Brook Poem by Varsha M

Walking through the tall woods
Like the one Robert mentioned
In his poem road not taken
Happened to play melodious tune,

That pours deep down in my soul
As if like, I'm next to river flowing
So calm and clear in what it does
Flowing in freedom, with melody that means.

Stroked by its flowing element
My hands could feel the merriment
The soul of river donned, as it shared
The sweet, sound glory of movement.

My soul longeth this very echoes
Churned in the mute, yet elite nature
Playing the doldrums of that is more
Capable to encaptivate her, at one place.

Laying on her bank, like a child
Hearing her voice, like a gazelle
Dipped in her tranquil caress
I close my eyes, to hear her better.

The enchanting flute note
Well versed with hopeful coat
I long, to be with her even more
Wearing her elegance, like ruby stone.