FOLLOW THE RIVER


  Watching the water, as It flows' down stream,


  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