One afternoon we went out to the river banks,
Adorned with paper and pen beside our flanks,
And we sat and wrote a river song,
That rung around the Earth, up and along
And opened our minds to shimmering sound,
Of tides' caress, which stroke parched ground,
We all dropped sticks in to the stream,
Who'd come first: we'd bet and dream.

Though I am from Nature alienated,
In River's play my Heart gestated,
Power suffice to create electricity,
But peace enough to find serendipity,
The River with Earth's light imbued,
Nurtures our soils and grows our food,
Without her we would be bereft,
Of life, of love, with nothing left.