So Does the River Flow

Like a whisper on the night wind
Unfurls the river on it ceaseless journey.

Little girl, little girl !
How flows the river beneath your shady tree?

Does sunlight scatter a golden array
When a gentle wind do blow a dappling of coins.

Is your eyes gladdened by that joyous leap?
As a little frog grasps its feedom?

Does the current rush so swiftly that your fishing lines do hum?
Slipping past like time, away and gone in a blink of an eye.

Murmuring with a quite hush, rich in its silibant music
Whispering in your ear of powers unmeasured.

Or does it slowly meander its way along?
Swirling a lazy caress amongst the reeds that grow along her shady banks.
Tickling the minnows schooling in the shallows into a lovely dance.

Does the sunlight sparkle down the ribbon's length
As it dances its way East to West?

Or do shadows swallow the daylights glimmer
leaving thee to ponder the mysterious depths?

Look, see you the moon does ride across the night sky.
As the river sings it sweet song.
Smelling of the fullness of time's turning.

Long are the days and short are the nights for dreaming.
Many are the important words left unsaid.
Words often spoken have different meanings to their listeners.
Life is a puzzle.

Yet the river flows on in an uncaptured moment.
Sweetest are those times spent in innocence.

Glistening like dawn's sparkling dewdrops.
The River lies lush, filled with glory.

Hearts gladden with a fish's splash.
Scattering diamonds in its wake

Look you upon the banks, marvels hidden at your feet.
There lies magic embedded within its emerald length.

Long are the days and short are the nights for dreaming.
Like a whisper on the night wind
Unfurls the river on it ceaseless journey.

Little girl, little girl !
How flows the river beneath your shady tree?