She has been here, it seems, forever
Who knows the very hour of her birth?
She has given birth to life itself
As the river flows, so my thoughtsdo ripple forth,
whisper-soft as the river's voice
In wonder of her, am I
as she travels evermore
bringing secrets from far off places
that no one can know but she T
Taking a fragment of our laughter,our fears,
our joys and our tears
to be shared with those who partake
of the clear fluid of her wisdom
She is filled with the knowledge of ageless times,
of yearnings of the past.
Eloquently, she sings on a breathless note,
the sultry music, the mystery of her depths
Winter nights find her, still,
resting under snow's white sheet
Summer nights find her joyous,
shimmering like smokey glass, warm and enviting.
Un-endingly, she whispers as she goes
On her never ending journey, on and on, she flows