All Around : the Journey of a River

From the dark hole I rose Off the rocks I was bound Falling along with the edges To find hills all around I got up to the slope Rising and falling to the ground Splashing along with the edges To find trees all around I was soon on a smooth fall Down the high mount Cutting its strong edges To find the valley huts all around I finally took for the ocean My ears of a whooshing sound Trampling over the stone edges To find my mother all around.