Of the river, it flows,
ebullient,
and it bends and it snakes,
it snakes its way through the wilderness over the rocks,
and towards the sea,
where in its fast flowing and elemental form,
and so filled with leaves,
and the twigs of trees,
It carries them to their grave,
and from their mortal coil they are reborn,
ever to rain down upon the Earth,
and nourish anew such life,
that will spring from the land,
and excite the mind and the eyes,
and inspire every woman and man.
