The River

There is the river, ever-flowing river,

Unto the horizon it runs and shivers

It flows and flows, singing ripples

On dawn’s cheeks like a tear it trickles

The sun beams dance, the moon beams sway

But it goes on running far and away

By the cities and the fields it runs

Rippling and dancing, in curves it turns

The forests so thick, the mountains that gleam

Lush meadows and sand dunes like a dream

The sunset sky so orange and pink

It flows by all as quick as a wink