Journey of a Tune

A silent starting, on the misty highlands, From unnoticed little springs. Melodious song it does make, as to the lowlands it speeds Soon rising and rising from a cheer to a roar, As taking downward leaps from immense rocks Gives rise to such crashes…booming across the countryside. And through the plains… they spread in great distance, Soothed in a merry laugh. But the ending is as silent as the start; The mighty ocean, it meets And releases its burden, which it carried so far.