Another one of those rare days
Has come again. Another year.
I look down at my feet again,
The river—cool and quiet.
Barefoot, enjoying warmth and sun,
I sit here by the river. I
Listen to soothing whispers and
Enjoy the sound of silence.
The river comes, the river goes,
The sun-kissed leaves of trees so green
Blow in the wind. And I am free:
This moment is my blessing.
I’m turning twenty-two today.
The hour glass keeps pouring sand,
And yet as I am here right now,
The moment stops. It’s timeless.
– Patricia
Da Capo al Poetry 