Monday, October 17, 2011

And She Flows

As I stand and watch her rushing by
Sometime quicker sometimes a little slow
I whisper a little cry
You look so fresh and new
Will you be with me for moments few?
She smiles at me as she passes by

I call out again
Can you not a moment spare
O! Won't you wait?
She turns a little as if to say
I have to rush I am already late

I ask again now with a little despair
But where do you go?
Where do you stay?
I go far and for long
To where the ocean's deep and blue
But it's not my home
There I do not stay

With rain and with winter dew
I will be soon back with you
But now I must run I must go
To the trees and farms I want to flow
I can't stand I can't wait
I must run free
That's the only way I'll ever be

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