this river runs,
over the hills and mountains
through the valley and over the rocks
never stopping even through twists and turns
as if rushing to tell the ocean
stories of men
from the distant lands it has been
that the ocean has never seen

it pours itself into the ocean
and this ocean which was once calm begins to roar.
the ocean pours itself out onto the shore
as if trying to reach the land
where the river has been.
up, its waves climb
as if, if they got high enough
it would catch a glimpse of these men
that the river has seen
in the land where it has been.

the river tells a story
of men who sit at its banks
looking for gold
so that they can get riches untold
before they get old.
if only they would look at the sunset unfold
as if God poured molten gold
into the sky, so that these men,
would not to the river bend
but look up to heaven
where the father with gold paints the sky.

the ocean roars with laughter,
cos of this treasure men seek after.
it tells the river a story,
of men who came to it looking for treasure
down they went into its belly and were heard of never.
this ocean is content to look up into the night sky
that is clothed in the darkest of velvet
and glistens with the brightest of stars
or diamonds, it cannot tell.
God has hidden His treasure so well,
'tis so near, yet these busy men
this treasuer will never find.