As the water trickles over stone,
I cannot help but feel alone.
I step along the rivers path,
Over rocks and through the grass,
Following its very life,
A tiny bed set in a line.
Beneath the forest, through the land,
Not a single helping hand,
It cuts in rocks and falls from cliffs,
I do my best to follow it.
But alas, it goes too far,
I cannot chase it anymore.
I look into the brightest sky,
And cannot help but wonder why?
Why does the water journey so long
with only company from its own song-
The song of water over stone.
I wonder if it feels alone.