Twenty-five

The water glistens

In the river,

A soft roar.

The wind sways the

Trees,

A teasing kiss.

The rain falls

silently,

A weeping warning.

A girl walks

Away,

A single stone.

The moon moves

Across the sky,

A distant power.

The shadows creep

Through the trees,

A whispering threat.

The sun moves

Through the sky,

A burning heat.

A blossom fades

From life,

Blowing away on the wind.