The river flows for ever on,
From the ice atop the mountains high,
Through the silent forest and deep valleys,
Down by the cities of men,
And on to the great sea beyond.
There to bask in the sun,
And slowly rise to the heavens,
Awaiting the time to return to the river,
And begin the cycle anew…
So too do we,
Poor creatures who walk this ground,
Set to live for a time and no more,
Then to abandon those our friends and loved ones.
As the river goes from ice to water to cloud,
So does our blood and bone become dust,
And our souls join the energy that is our universe,
There to guide with their peace and joy,
Those of us who must remain…
