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.