I like being a river

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