Whispers of Mint by the Water’s Edge

In the hush of dawn, where the world is still,
And the sky wears a robe of gentle blue,
I find my way to the pond on the hill,
Where the wild mint grows, fresh with dew.

The path is soft beneath my feet,
A carpet woven with earth’s embrace,
As whispers of mint rise sharp and sweet,
And dance with the breeze in a tender grace.

The pond lies quiet, a mirror of dreams,
Cradled by willows with arms outspread,
Their leaves brush the water in silken streams,
As if to soothe the thoughts in my head.

But it’s the mint, the wild mint that sings,
With a voice that only the stillness hears,
Its fragrance a gift that summer brings,
A song of the earth, so pure, so clear.

I breathe it in, that verdant breath,
It fills my soul with a joy untamed,
A green melody, a living wreath,
That wraps around my heart, unnamed.

The rod in my hand is an old, dear friend,
Its wood worn smooth by years of care,
But today it’s the mint that makes me bend,
To the earth, to the air, to the fragrant fare.

The water ripples with life below,
A promise of fish that swim unseen,
But my thoughts are caught in the mint’s flow,
In its wild, untamed, eternal green.

Each breath I take is a step in time,
A journey through fields that never fade,
Where the scent of mint is the sweetest rhyme,
In the poetry of nature’s grand parade.

The sun climbs higher, the shadows flee,
Yet the mint remains, a constant song,
A bridge between the world and me,
In this place where my heart belongs.

The fish are wise, they wait, they bide,
In the cool, deep waters of their home,
But I am content just to abide,
In the mint’s embrace, beneath the dome.

The fragrance lingers on my skin,
A tender kiss from the earth below,
It speaks of life, of where we’ve been,
And of the places yet to go.

For in this scent, there is a tale,
Of ancient lands and waters wide,
Of sunlit glens and shadowed vale,
Where the mint and the wild things hide.

The fish may come, or they may stay,
In their world of silver and light,
But the mint is here, it does not stray,
It holds me close in the morning light.

The pond is a mirror, the sky its twin,
Reflecting the world in shades of green,
But it’s the mint that draws me in,
To a world where everything is serene.

I cast my line, the world holds still,
The water parts with a quiet sigh,
But it’s the mint that gives the thrill,
As it dances on the summer’s thigh.

For in its scent, there is a peace,
A whisper of something pure and true,
It’s in the mint that worries cease,
In the wild mint, kissed by the dew.

The day drifts on, the sun rides high,
The fish may bite, or they may not,
But the mint is here, a fragrant sigh,
In this tranquil, sacred spot.

The fragrance clings to the passing breeze,
A memory that will never fade,
Of fishing days beneath the trees,
And the mint that the earth’s hands made.

The evening comes, the day must end,
But the mint stays with me, a faithful friend,
Its scent a reminder of the time we spend,
In the embrace of nature’s gentle bend.

So when I leave, and the path unwinds,
Through the fields of gold and green,
The mint will stay in my heart and mind,
A fragrant echo of what has been.

For it’s in the mint that the soul finds rest,
In its wild scent, in its soft caress,
A balm for the heart, a welcome guest,
In the quiet of the day’s recess.

And as I walk, I carry away,
The scent of mint in the summer’s play,
A part of me that will always stay,
With the wild mint by the water’s sway.

In dreams, I’ll find that pond again,
And the mint that whispers in the breeze,
For in its fragrance, there is no pain,
Only joy, only peace, only ease.

And when I’m far from that tranquil shore,
In the rush and roar of life’s demands,
I’ll breathe deep and remember once more,
The wild mint and its gentle hands.

For it’s in the mint that my spirit flies,
To the pond, to the peace, to the summer skies,
And there I’ll rest, beneath the sighs,
Of the wild mint, where my heart lies.