Stream, Oh stream
of a brook, wherein their fins glitter
in streaks of light under water,
will you never rest to twitter.
I look into you on a humdrum shore.
Faces around every bend
await your purl, so down you go.
Jubilant are you to the end
and your odyssey be ever so.
Float me, stream, to where I belong,
like the pebbles rolling light and free,
and the leaves drifting along.
Float me down gently to the sea.