The river flows quiet and swift br It twists and turns as the waters drift br It branches and breaks—its fingers entwine br It grows and grows—snakes like a vine. br br The river with the soft scent of a calm day br With the smell of clean—hanging—still—in the grey br And sweetness carried on the breath of morning br It caresses the river—the waters flowing. br br The river—crystalline from winter melt br And sweet with the summer soon felt br It tastes of springtime—the season between br And flows the river—so blue and clean. br br The river—its lazy trickle of water br The musical rhythm—the ocean’s daughter br It whispers and murmurs—a song of its own br Playing over and over—in continuous drone. br br The river—so clear and cool br The water flows—the color like a jewel br Its soft arms embrace the shore br The river surging from the days before. br br The river flows quiet and swift br It twists and turns as the waters drift br It branches and breaks—its fingers in twine br It grows and grows—snakes like a vine.