And There Was This Beauty

I saw the river flowing,

Brimming,

Shining, in the November sun,

Singing sweet songs,

Revealing secrets unknown,

Some age-old,

Some altogether new.

It talked about me,

It talked about you,

It talked of us,

And of promises few,

It emerged from you,

And merged in you,

As I kept viewing this,

Something enriched my booty

And there was this beauty.