Going Down To The River
Gentle winds slowly roll over green fields,
Furious gusts swarms through the gully,
That which is between two tall peaks,
The spring from whence the river flows,
I quench my thirst from its pure water,
And start a small fall of rocks from the peaks,
All the way down to the grasslands.
I begin my walk down the mountains,
Enjoying everything that I see there,
And down below the fog of the valley,
I can't wait to see its beauty, perfection,
And how smooth and graceful it is,
I sit and stay, and then stare up at God,
And I see that she smiles down at me.
I glimpse the mouth of the river,
And slowly make my way over to it,
Making sure to look at everything,
So as to keep it in my memory forever,
And then it appears in front of me,
The sweet heat from the sun, and the smell,
So clean and perfect, and I enter the water.
Warmed from the sun the water has been,
And it is clear, clearer than a diamond,
But it isn't sharp, but smooth as silt,
And I let my feet sink deep into the sand,
And I enjoy the plants tickling my knees,
So I begin to swim through the water,
And the wind begins to pick up.
The air feels dampened - I still swim,
Enjoying the warm water as long as I can,
I taste it: it goes down smooth and refreshing,
The breeze is now a steady gust,
The clouds cover over the sun,
The mountains heave - the valley rolls,
And I am holding you gently in my arms.
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