There's a river now. And the trees

Bend across it like bridges with

Cracking bark and wet wood.

When we were here last there was

Ground. This is flowing brown

With waves and currents and

Crocodiles. Snap! But it was only

A stone hitting the water, a dark log.

The fields are green, the forests

Were never thicker. And we

Could be swimming home on our backs.

It's easy man,

Now that there's a river.