The river

A joy for them that live by it

A provision for survival an, inspiration, a hope

For it is the non-ending flow of life

It’s beauty for those that see it

For even the strange water falls

Are of the most immense splendor

 

But yet

There comes a time of sadness, of pain

In the flood, the draught

And those by it never give up

But model it, help it form

Awaiting in patience

For the beauty and joy to come fourth

 

But not always

For those who love the river

Explore its pain and joys

Yet the river goes under in caves

Leaving wonder, for no one knows what is going on

Is there Joy, Pain, Confusion, Anguish

We would like to share, to help, to comfort

 

For in you is like a river

Filling many hearts with provisions;

of joy, friendship, love.

In happiness and anguish to be with you

yet the caves shut us up

blow the cave tops O great river

for we want to share the happiness

to comfort and help in anguish

of the river that I see in you.