Saturday, July 3, 2010

Gentle is the stream that flows
Dark and passing waters deep
Near the place that all roads end
To lie inside where oceans sleep
What was once a crystal stream
melting snow and dazzling heights
Mighty was my gentle roar
As mountains fell beneath my might
Travel, bending ever so
I raced across the country side
Became a friend to all I know
To carry them far and wide
Confident I’d always be
Eternal rising suns descend
Serpent like within my shores
Could not predict this moment’s end