Beneath the willow’s tender sway,
A creature dreams in shadows play,
Its skin aglow with sunlit grace,
In golden hues, the day finds space.

The river bends with whispered sighs,
As secrets dance beneath the skies,
While butterflies, in vibrant flight,
Weave through the air, a fleeting sight.

In this embrace of nature’s grace,
Time holds its breath, a sacred space,
Where dreams entwine with wildflower’s bloom,
And the river’s song dispels all gloom.