Analysis of Footsteps in the river

Footsteps collect in prisms of glass like lanterns and roll bottles into pebbles of passing hours. Collecting life with each movement rippling away and still towards each other in grand gesture and playful zest.
Disturbing the silt and fish, observed by birds and hounds.
The river warm yet cool enough to give the illusion of a tame sun for one of those prescious summer days.
Pebbles roll into the deserts of time as worries of the past are thrown in, lined with pearls of future wisdoms to learn from the riverbank.
While trees and shaddow shade you in the water and shine of present glories of life passing in the haze.