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