Tides of stream

TIDES OF STREAM 

Ah, singing stream of our meadows green,

Floating with sweet liberty every day and night,

Your music is solemn, and dews newly made clean: 

Flowing feely from the steep rocks at the first light.

O traveller, go slow over by the oily shales,

Through the dipping trees, and then explore 

New ways of such plains and the dales

Always green, as their eternal Saviour.

Whose Immutability is worth of praise 

Go further slowly toward the 

purple layer, 

And sing praise of the Creator, of flint maize,

Of rain, of sun rays, a Cosmocrator of supreme nature.

Jogging stream of clean caste, sometimes

You give deep cracks to our glittering scenes,

And to hustling streets, indeed, with your surprises,

And smiles, we have on earth some peaceful pacts.

And drink your refreshing wine, rich in its energies,

Verily, you do empower the farmers and decrease

Their stresses; it's true, then making things

Of life entirely new, with bird songs and your hue.

Through your shrill scream, we have bustlings

In our rustic life; musical stream, you require us,

And we require you, to maintain the rhythm of atmospheres.

Humming stream, rise your head always high,

This ode piece is a tribute to your dignity,

Symphonic streamie, beneath the cobalt blue,

I cherish your free flow, hue, and persistency.

And from your billows, I acquire my muse,

This life runs fairly through your bright hues,

Breezes twirl, spin, and leap in the dwarf willows.

Filling my bosom with inspiration’s keen cruise 

By: Affaq 🌾