The Amber Falls

Fall, fall, fall, 

The nozzle river dripping on its edge, 

Flooding the lake chile,

Flow, flow, flow.

The desperate amber gorges at the end,

Attempting to make a tunnel,

A tunnel to spring.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Don't force me to flow ghastly,

Did amber say this, yes it does?

The wind growls turnback amber, 

Rotate and waves,

A sky full of stars wakes up.

Winking its body throws light upon,

The sparkling waters silently flow,

As amber goes to sleep.