"A Lonely Long River"
There is a river on the earth.
The river is always lonely, because he is only one river there.
The river looks for a company, so he grows.
The river visits everywhere, but he cannot find his friend.
The river covers a half of the glove at last.
The river looks right and left, and he can see his body here and there.
The river continues producing many tributaries, and they become
his children and friends.
The river names his tributaries, and he finally names himself.
Now the river does not feel lonely.