The Riverside Poem by Nick Jordan.

I wind my way down to the riverside,
A secret place where I reside,
A place where I can clear my mind,
And leave my worries and fears behind,
It's here I often choose to hide,
Staring skyward watching clouds collide.
A mound of earth creates a pillow,
As I shelter beneath a weeping willow,
I listen to the water flow
And watch the rising tide
With a distorted reflection of the moons glow,
The ripples coincide,
Whenever I'm down or feeling low,
The rivers edge is where I go,
I look in the water at my reflection,
Confronted by my imperfection,
It reassures me of who I am,
Not just some diluted hologram.