The Dream of a Rill

The Dream of a Rill Up in the highlands a leafy green dell where day dreamers dream in the quiet still blissfully dreaming beneath nature’s spell. Where clusters of daisies cover the hill and soft sighing zephyrs sway the blue bell slow dancing in time by a bubbling rill The rill herself is a wandering stream And she, like the dreamers, has her own dream She’ll leave the green dell, and finally flow beneath the old bridge where children do wade bypass the tall pines in long serried row all standing up straight, like scouts on parade Then winding through banks where the bulrushes grow mid marsh marigolds that bloom in the shade She’ll meet with her fate, a strong river free And join its bold rush to greet the wide sea.