down by the river, we see through the shore,
and bear witness as human proclivities roar.
Diving into the water, we hold its wet hand
for the rivers enlivenment, so few understand:
so down by the river, we will lay in its bed
while lullabies sung by the lapping waves tread;
as the river explains, in liquid morals unsaid-
its teachings, in riptides ,flowing into our head.
as the sun on the water, scintillating, does glow
it calls to us now as we're destined,
we go.
