Flowing peacefully and maintaining
it’s smooth pace,
Never does the river stop to greet
Only during fall, it trials down lightly,
Moving in a slow pace it notices the tree.
The one and only who waits for her every year,
The tree can do nothing but watch her flow,
He is patient, he knows her route
recounting each story –
The memories of storms and rolling rocks,
she collects through the year,
As the dry winter passes away,
Her undercurrents get fiercer
The river turns unstable again,
But the tree manages to stay there for her.