I know a River

I know a river near a tree leaning over
Which oscillates round’ n’ round.

It neither flows nor stays stagnant.
Doesn’t boast its accomplishment.
It just sits there minding its own.

And the fish in the river near the tree leaning over
They circle along the current.

Staring straight ahead,
Swimming in schools,
Moving onwards and nowhere alike.

There is growth here.
There is movement.

Turning round n’ round.

There is death here and birth near
Spring breezes that breeze around.

There is a rotating planet I know
Which circles ‘round the Sun.
In the Eve are dotted lights,
Such beautiful nights,
and people who sleep so sound.