Rippling along the hills you flow, like a songstress on an encore;
meandering through the forest plains, you remind me of a virgin bride's, satin train.
The pebbles in your shallows gleam,
like a jeweled veil, over the brow of a queen.
The hunter and the hunted throng to you, to quench their thirst;
like nursing infants to their mother's bosom.
Longing lovers gaze, lost in your misty maze.
O' eternal witness to birth, love, and demise; you smilingly, comply.
Accepting the holy oblations, and the filth thrown at you, with equal grace;
choked by human sins, you make your way to meet your fate.
Wavering like, in a drunken stupor; eager to end your soiled life,
and perpetually escape into the oceans from this perpetrated vice.