Twig Poem by Paul Reed

I cast away a twig of hope
That noiselessly lands and floats serene
Blind knot eyes upturned on the river's slope
Admiring the peaceful scene;

You travel under arched bridges and towering trees
Between jutted banks strewn with stones,
Gently ruffled by the afternoon breeze
Blending and swirling the brownish tones;

Where your journey ends I do not know
But time matters not on your drift of grace,
Down the river, out of sight from me you go
To laugh silently at the human race.