A sunny day, heading down the street to the stream,
and across the bridge to stand,
and watch the water flowing past,
going to stand at a beautiful place,
amidst the flowers in the grass,
at a beautiful place under the overhanging trees,
oh, how glorious a place it is to be,
oh, how glorious this water that covers the world,
and that is in you and me,
the water that nourishes the world,
and that quenches our thirst,
the water that we can swim in and can float in as if a dream,
in the rivers and in the seas,
so powerful and strong that carry us along,
and the sea,
whose waves we can bob up and down in,
so gently,
and in the water whose power can give us life,
or can take our lives away,
the beautiful water,
so cool and clear,
how calming it is to stand here,
upon the bridge admiring this beauty in the breeze,
for what would we be without water,
certainly not you and me, certainly not you and me.