I was musing this morning, “How much happier can a happy river be?”

I was musing this morning, “How much happier can a happy river be?”
I know, I’m a little unusual with my thinking…
I can’t talk like you…
But our imaginations can be the same, so let’s imagine this together.

Imagine the river gliding and dancing as it heads for the sea…
Making its way through the tunnels of leafy trees…
White dashing water…
As if coming from a dream.

Always trying to decide if it will stay on this side of the bank or the other…
Leaving dry, the wooded tongues of sand…
Its colors muted by shadows…
Then, exploding into radiance by the sun.

Thinking like this helps make everything clearer…
It helps me undo the ribbons and open the box…
Wipes away that injured look that sometimes appears on my face…
And guides me all the way home.

Oh! I almost forgot the waterfall the grandest thing of all…
It falls down, down, down as if it will never end…
All this happiness must come from a very deep well…
The same well that is in you and me.

I love you,

Annie