Oh the highs and the lows
Where else would they go,
as we wander through,
the green meadows.

Up ahead the beautiful lake,
begins to wind up.
And then steps down,
like a snake.

Rushing forward with the water we go.
Avoiding the rocks,
our very own stepping stones.

Where are we rushing, where do we go?
The rivers charging, the waterfalls arriving.
Its a huge drop, then the river ends far below.

The waterfall was beautiful, from afar!
But the gushing waters, now crush down upon us.

Pushed far apart, we swim to shore.
Together once again, we ride the tide yet again.
Where does this river end, shall we ever know?