I like being a river
so much to do and see
a lake’s too still
and the sea too wide
and where all I see is me
I like being a river
tumbling down the mountainside
swishing up and down the bank
before a gentle glide
or sparkling in the desert
cool and so at ease
or passing through the forest
greeting animals and trees
I like being a river
but know my destiny
is to taste the salt around my mouth
when I turn into the sea
but I won’t be that unhappy
it’s just a case of when
I’ll be lifted up into a cloud…
then be river once again