The river tumbles onwards to the sea, <br />And rushes, racing over rocks and stones, <br />And boulders, branches, pebbles, sand and scree, <br />Singing so many melodies to me, <br />In whispering notes and thunderous roaring tones. <br /> <br />Music that lingers in the ears and mind, <br />Soothing confusing thoughts that come my way, <br />Easing all stress, so my spirit is resigned, <br />To watching its water ripple, swirl, glide and wind, <br />And giving a soft contentment to my day. <br /> <br />Always there, this river, which is never still, <br />And every night and day, how strong it flows, <br />Into each pool, each inlet and each new rill, <br />It does, my thirsty soul, with pleasure fill, <br />And sets my thoughts on peace, and my 'being' glows. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-singing-river/
