River Gentle Chime

All night the fire burned upon the river's shore,
In darkness, twinkled cosmic stars did soar.
Above the flames, the sparks like moths did flight,
Illuminating threads of gold so bright.

Dawn broke, and nature stirred from slumber’s hold,
The living river moved to stories untold.
And in the fields, a silence took its place,
Only the moths would dance till sunset's grace.

And in the morn, like gentle bell’s sweet chime,
The river rings, piercing the quiet time.
The rays will break from heavenly expanse,
Bestowing light and warmth in tender dance.

In woods where greenery escapes afar,
Of all that’s ill, we'll take a moment’s bar.
Nature will wipe away the sadness,
With just a single touch, she'll bring us gladness.

The river games with us and delights us,
Bringing joy and soothes souls.
Oh, how the world does sparkle in her span,
And hearts unfold like roses, springtime’s plan.

Here every blade of grass breathes out pure bliss,
We journey to the woods, the river, to dismiss
The troubles that surround us, lost to night,
In nature’s warm embrace, in fire burned, we find our light.