Rewrite Jane into a prose "poem"

The mighty reed is gray, and the innocence is exposed to frost. She was the only one swaying in the heart lake and standing alone by the water. Down the river, but the road is difficult and long. Down the river, she is already in the middle of the water. Dense reeds are flourishing, and the dew is still wet, reflecting the glow of the lake. She is the only one, snuggling up to the water grass and going downstream, but sitting on a boulder.