Rivers flow endlessly Eternally joining land and sea They flow and they fade Drifting steadily Roaring incoherently In the deep channels they made Glittering lights in the night sky They shimmer and they twirl Dancing elatedly in grace The sun is born, and then they die No longer now do they whirl By light, fireflies are replaced
Whispering, whistling Rustling leaves Floating in through windows And over the seas The cold is then brought In with the breeze Grey appears, shimmering On the horizon Here comes the sun Night is now done Light now has won Few shadows remain, flickering
Red, yellow, gold As the coulds foretold A great light now appears Over the land, it lears Purple, orange, blue Sunrise; almost through * And still rivers rush Ripple and roar Disregarding all in the sky And that which happens onshore They never cared, and never will If sunshine shines no more
First of two poems that go together... I might make more to match... I don't know.