The Stream And Me

Around me darkness falls Slowly like a silent dream Sitting on a stone I can hear The whisper of the stream Passing by the thick groove At the edge of the land Tarries a while to whisper a Song like my true friend I watch it going away from Me to a destination unknown Near me it sings with pride Above its banks it has grown In a trickle it starts its journey Winning its way through plains And valleys and rugged lands Filling up furrows and drains Alas! Its days are numbered Too and it is drawn to its end Now I am proud to be young But I have to follow my friend