A river flowing peacefully;
vibrant, splendid tranquility.
Past fields and villages so quaint.
Canopies boast endless leaves,
mighty boulders; the water heaves.
Lovely scenes just waiting for paint.
When at last Its long journey ends,
and to the ocean it now sends,
liquid blending together faint.
Like a river, so flows my life;
Distant memories growing faint
of laughter, tears, circumstances,
mourning, and romantic dances.
Murals of my days wait for paint.
My journey down this river long
has been like a favorite song;
wonderful, simple and so quaint.