Quiet rivulet

Quiet rivulet,
banks in the grass,
that you are silent, having quieted down,
wont tell me

how she lived, what she saw,
flowed where,
reflecting the sky
in the clouds, in the water.

Remember how in the spring
was noisy?
Sang and seethed,
led

a brisk kayak,
quickly, with a saddle,
together with the ice drift.
But only then,

quickly seasoned,
in the mouth of water typing.
She fell silent, wilted,
sleepy, suddenly, becoming.