Oh great river next to me,
Line of trees miles long.
When one closes their eyes they can see.
A story only the wind can tell.
Of the spirit we all have.
And the needs of the many which go ignored.
Birds ciirpimg
Around me.what is it that you can tell me.
Of truths far greater than one’s self.
Of the wisdom of the old,
Of the stories to be told,
Or futures to unfold.
And finally let the sounds of the water say, that the future can’t be told.
But it’s up to the bold to seize it..
SimonB writes 