AND THE RIVER TALKS:

The day is as beautiful as Angel´s songs once sung,

 I heard the river talking, in her blue liquid tongue,

Her voice tinkled in its trilling, of new bell´s chimes,

And she told me of her life, since long ancient times.

 

Of how she was born, from the earth´s deep womb,

Of every droplet spun, within the raindrop´s loom,

Of her journey, running down mountain´s cheeks,

Of skipping over stones & giggling as she speaks.

 

She talks of fields that she glides so gently through

Of old forests she passes, under skies of grey & blue,

Of the pebbles below her ripples & of times gone by,

Of beasts who sip & birds that skim, beneath the sky.

 

She whispers upon breezes, in their soft sweet sighing,

She weeps & crashes sadly, at autumn´s golden dying,

She gives life to all creatures, upon their passing walks,

Hark, heed & listen my friends, for the old river talks.