Like the excitement of a young child
Itself, in all its beauty
Flowing freely over the boulders
Water banks widen and shrink
The gracefulness abounds
Curves and hills through which it travels
To the new spring down the way
Its coldness, yet its warmth
Behold the one there
The river runs forever
Again, in all its beauty
Shall the river ever run dry
I shall die.
Written and copyrighted by: Kathy L. Pugh
