reprise 3

The fog envelops everything, even the silence that exists.
The water can't be seen yet, but the river is there.
The smell of grass mixes with that of water.
The reeds obscure the view of a sea of water.
The sandy banks and the birdsong
accompany my walk.
The journey is peaceful but challenging.
I hear the rumble of the farmer's tractor in the distance.
He is lucky to live here.
I sit on the bank and watch the water slowly flow
towards the sea.
In the distance, the splash of a fish disturbs the quiet.
The smells intoxicate the mind.
Now I wonder why I should return.
This place is too beautiful.
But unfortunately, my city is waiting for me.