The Lady in the River
In fields of reeds, so tall and green,
The white dew falls, like frost pristine.A fair maid, it's said, is seen
Beside the water, serene.
Along the way, we trace her steps,
The journey's long, the path unclear.
But in the water's crystal depths,
We find her, in the center here.
This gentle poem describes a woman near a body of water. The speaker is
trying to find her and follow her along her journey. |