The Only Sound

The Only Sound

I'm back down at the river's side

It's ever my companion

The trees and grass and the nettles too

It's here that I abide

The only sound the water's voice

The carefree ups and downs

Here my torment is sung away

And seems against my choice

Bless the rocks like vocal chords

That create a harmony

That lift my spirit to the sky

Where all have made accords

The sun above is warming

A coldness from my heart

Gentle words I'm finding

And joyful thoughts are swarming

So loyal reader please forgive

All my mush rhymes

My meter is furcockta

But today's a day that I'm alive

Reviews

[zainul]

You have created a splendid piece.
It eloquently expressed your favorite place by the side of the river and among the trees and grass and the nettles.
I think rhymes and meters are important for the critics but the people love to share their feelings with simple words.
Hence,cheer up!!!
You have the most splendid practical poem.

[abluehorseandflowers]

thank you Zainul, you are very kind.

[zainul]

You are most welcome,dear poet.:)