River running slowly,
down the trench below me.
Depths of blue as eyes anew,
mother to the morning dew.
She whispers in rage and roars in greeting.
her time forever fleeting.
Always running too and fro,
her waters warm and cold below.
Many a traveler dare to see,
the world of beauty she coaches to the sea.
Rapidly rushing rapids on,
pushing through dusk to reach the dawn.
Soldier of nature against the world,
a million voices yet to be heard.
A river of moonlight in the day,
an oven of stars she leads to the bay.
She cradles life and scoffs at death,
daring him to draw a breath.
For though she fears what's yet to come,
she urges you to jump ad pushes you to run.
And when you jump you learn to fly,
reaching from river to touch the sky.
Her lullabys lay you down to sleep,
cunning night dare not make a peep.
She's always coming always going,
river running slowly.
