Through the eyes of a Pilgrim. I see out from my Window the Silence on the River , I see it from the Northern Morning Sun ,to the windy evening river run. The Silent winding River path lonely where no human Treads. I search towards the distant sunset only

Through the eyes of a Pilgrim. I see out from my Window the Silence on the River , I see it from the Northern Morning Sun ,to the windy evening river run. The Silent winding River path lonely where no human Treads. I search towards the distant sunset only to hear the hustle from the trees . Please tell this soul when Love snd life will adore the beauty of our river bends. As without the sound of mankind’s tread the breath of life does end.