The Avon, my river, where I walk deep in thought every day,
Arranging my tumultuous mind
From the joys and troubles of the day before.
My time alone with nature and my God.
My time.
This morning, the river gently gliding past me,
The occasional ripple, caused by the gentle warm breeze,
Reflecting the sunlight in parallel lines,
Passing by as I travel through my life towards its end.
My life.
The birds around me, throughout my journey by the river,
And always there in my life, from times long ago.
The swans this morning, not yet awake,
Heads tucked beneath their wings, floating silently.
My birds.
The river, always with me, as I walk along its path;
Allowing my thoughts to come to terms each day with my life.
Of course I always talk with my God, the Spirit which is my life,
And who I will be with, when my time on this earth ends.
My Spirit of Life.