sitting on your shores,
mild the summer breeze
carrying the birds’ songs to my ears
your stillness calming my mind
the life you hold reviving me

for how long has the water been flowing
through you?
by far more than our bodies shall last,
I would imagine.
and still you look as though only seconds have passed.

generations since we were sitting on your shores,
you are the one to know all the stories,
and have made them into your own,
one, united, free for all,
and yet never shared.

that is the beauty you hold, and all that remains.