See it today, here I play,
Allured by magic on display,
Sparkling torrent lightly kissed,
By the dawning morning mist.
Running rapids as in a dream,
Carry me down the wild stream.
In these waters, can you see,
Beauty there that captures me?
Reveling in the river’s year,
Winter, summer, spring and fall,
Changing seasons, I love them all.
Winter fly-by soaring eagles,
Stormy weather, flocks of sea gulls.
Spring melt flows lure river rats,
For white water runs in kayaks.
Summer beckons the cutthroat rise,
To leap and catch a careless fly.
Early Fall flows slow, sedate,
For you and me to meditate.
Later flash floods, raging bold,
Presage return of bracing cold.
Prepare for winter to unfold.
On this river, decked in winter white,
Cast my ashes on a full-moon night,
On rushing waters to carry me,
To eternal peace in a welcoming sea.