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.