It was a summer day in Riverstead.
I was walking by the riverbed.
It was there I found my brother dead.

It was a mournful day for us all.
Especially for the waterfall,
Who's tears dried up that afternoon.

Then I asked how will I die?
Onto reflection of the sky,
and I replied in a way that reminded me of you.

Then my tears fell on the river
and waterfall began to glitter.
Just like a dance with the rain.

On that day the falls did flow,
Mourning on until I go.

It was that summer day.

GRAHAM MURPHY