FOLLOW THE RIVER

Watching the water as it flows downstream,

I walk its path on either side.

As the river turns swaying from side to side,

The rushing water crashes and throws itself at me,

As I make my way along.

On my journey past trees and hills,

Notice do I the bright sun and big white clouds passing me by.

Follow, follow the river on a course chosen by itself,

Onward, downward until such a place where the water lies still.

I follow the river to a resting spot, now it is time for this soul to sleep.

Keith Garrett