i miss this

i miss this
i miss the sounds of the river in South Carolina.
i miss the songs that it would orchestrate and play for all who cared to stop by and listen.
oh, how i miss that dear little river that always glistens.
i wish i could go whenever i pleased
thats really all i ask,
for one last chance to sit on the edge and just listen.
not say a word but listen.
listen with a heart wide open
listen to the mini waves as they hit the rocks and bounce back
listen to my heartbeat as it tries to blend in with the song that this river keeps on playing
the rocks would jump into the water
the fishes would swim a little slower
other people would try and listen to the river as i do
but they never really grasped what i would
they never really understood the melodies
they couldn't understand because they never really listened.