At night's I hear the little stream,
   flowing like a no-ending dream,
And so very peaceful is the sound,
   as it flows so slowly above the ground.

As the wind picks up and starts to blow,
   the stream starts a very fast flow,
And then the ground grows very cold,
   as the water glistens like gold.

So pretty is the very sight,
   and it makes things seem so bright,
And I always wish it would stay,
   or always return the very next day.



@1989

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