Resolute

 A gentle wind rustles 
 Through an open plain,
 Low and humble—
 Quiet, and yet resolute.
  
 A winding river’s wake brushes 
 Against the valley shore,
 Red and crook’d—
 Reticent, and yet true.
  
 A southern summer sun glares 
 Through the leafy branches of an old Oak,
 Bright and warm—
 Hushed, and yet gallant
  
 I heard you today:
 I thought my memories would fade.