There the river flows,

There the river flows,

Moving like the breeze,

Swift yet soft around every corner.

The simplest touch, the softest motion,

And it seems to unbalance,

But only for a moment.

The first touch is cool and quiet.

The leap in is refreshing, yet freezing,

Yet you would do it all over again.

The water takes over,

And starts to drift,

There your body lays motionless.

No need for sound,

It would break the moment.

Then the sun fades away.

Time to go peacefully home,

Knowing that tomorrow,

It will happen again.