could be a streaming river of a constant flow of words.
My tongue tip speaks of many things (All could be so
Lessons are hidden to blind eyes of my river; why not
walk alongside it? Follow along the lessons that stretch
(You may learn)
This river, made of a thousand tears in my eyes. Draws
greatly, and a great sorrow. It tastes sweet, at times
tickling at your throat (To ease a thirst)
Like a tall and mighty mountain; and pieces of treasure
no eye has yet seen. My words that are untouched,
the bare minimum of being bare. This land feeds
all others before me and us (My love has great care)
On top of mountains, two rocks at a peak. All rests on them,
all that's made of my dreams. These dreams are always
placed so highly, hoping they're high enough to be seen by
This Valley of stories, of both past & present. The days of old
and soon the many days anew. Of a place I call God by so
many different names.
Mwari, Nkulunkulu, Jehovah, Jirah, King, Lord and Father.
And like God, I witnessed his beauty and glory,
And like God, my mouth spoke of his many creations;
And like God, I said: "it is good"
This valley is where I'm found.