A person with a red backpack walks along a mossy riverbank in a vibrant, sunlit forest, digital painting.

O’er the river, o’er by the shore, I walk by myself, I gather my thoughts, Where the moss grows, and the rivers pour, I wander with peace, most the world has forgot. The wind sings to me, a special lullaby, A masterpiece of the movement of leaves, Each leaf having its own whisper, every animal having its own cry, All woven together in nature’s soft breeze. O’er the river, o’er by the shore, A peace falls over me, like the trees over my head, I daydream with myself, my emotions felt in my core, And listen to the words of Nature, the words she has said. The world fades where the trees grow, The sunlight breaks gently, through branches outspread, The trees seem to whisper, they say everything I need to know, I follow the path of Nature, I love where this path has led. See more