From the abyss of the forgotten paths,
the river murmurs beneath the canopy,
a silent cascade, crystalline shadows
threading whispers from realms unseen.
Time lingers here on the fringes, dissipates
like mist weaving through ancient trees,
at the bank of nowhere, where silence meets
the symphony of invisible ripples.
Close your eyes; angular leaves dance to
the rhythm of unheard echoes.
Listen—
the river is calling, murmuring...