Back To The Sea
Picking up speed as it heads to the fall
Over the edge and plunging no where
It rushes on down stream as time goes
The majestic and mighty winding around
Changing the landscape as it flows
And the rush of the fall is a deafening call
It’s power reaches down deep to the soul
The River runs wild and fast and free
Hurrying to find its way home to the sea
Until at rest, finally home no more to roam
It is one with with the mysterious and vast
No more wandering through rapid or falls
No more lazy days wandering on aimlessly
But at peace with what it was born to be
The river that made it, back to the sea