The river holds a mirror deep,
It guards the secrets waters keep.
A surface clear, a surface bright,
Yet hiding worlds beneath its light.

The trees lean close, they see their face,
Reflected back in liquid grace.
The birds look down, the stars shine through,
All find themselves in waters blue.

And I too gaze, I stand, I stare,
To see if something lingers there.
But rivers show, and rivers lie,
For what we see is just the sky.