Oh little trickle, babbling brook
On your quest, to meet the sea
You pass through a little town
And passing through, do pass by me
Your minute falls, your rippling
The chatter of your endless flow
How sweet it is to hear it, sweeter even to know
Your noble quest, destination
Where you go and where you are from
See the rain make ripples on your ever moving surface
Increasing your magnitude
Indeed, it is a sweet service
See you pass around and over
All your obstacles
You are the calm before the storm
Soft ripples and gurgling
Like slowly marching soldiers
To reinforce and strengthen, those waves you go to meet
And crash harder upon the besieged shore
You soldiers of the endless sea