The Rivers Bed

The River's Bed strolling on a summers eve along a grassy meadow's stream watching reflections of the past as they flow by me like a dream once I was such a bitter man who had no hope left in store but summer seasons melted ice slowly unbinding me once more to finally dream of better days as I watch the river flow to reach a better place in life your past must be let go if you don't want happiness have your misery instead but you could do what I once did and walk the river bed By: Jeremy Siedlecki