Tall green tress on both sides forming a canopy,
The river was deep,still and quiet
In the stilness of a moment,Came a boatman,
Rowing genlty,in a boat full of flowers,
With fragrance wafting in the air and colors that can take a breath away.
He thought,there was something different about the river today,
He cruised along,wondering about the river,
she would normally be swifter, he thought,
Making music by splashing on the rocks as she ran along gracefully,
Why is she so still today, he asked himself.
A hundred questions formed his mind,
Did i hurt her with my oars?
Is she unhappy about something?
Is it the calm before the storm?
She was her normal self yesterday, whats with her today?
The River, seeing her favourite boatman in doubt,
Tries in her own silent way to answer him,
that she was just too tired of all the running.
To tell him that all is well with her,
And that she is content and very happy today, than ever before.