River

Touching the last of what is past

Moving silent water fell the first that comes

Slow and winding, flowing free

Peaceful music in its sound of distant drums

Trust the shallow virgin stream

Danger wild, beware the deeper it becomes

Moving highway, twisting byway

Can't turn back

Sining in the summer rain

Rain that's caught in its flow

Spreading, shining, silver lining

Gold on black

Echoes moods of the moon and sun

Sun that shines from below

Makes a soft and easy way

Left to choose its path will always be a friend

Touch the last of what has past

Never idle river drifting to the end