The River

The boat that floats down the Summer's Isles Life's sweet and innocent charade Reflected on the waves Rising, falling with a cadence only the River would understand The soprano notes of incredulity The continuity of prolonged existence The one thing about the River that speaks to all That eternity is but a wisp of cloud That eternity is but an ending And the old makes way for the young like the falling waves A new generation- We all know Whatever it takes Wherever they go Here is the inertia of life