The River

Everyday runs to freedom Unceasingly escapes mountains traps Fires rainbows over the waterfalls Grows up powerful gathering orphaned streams Rushes in and breaks the wild rocks It is in mountains but wants the plain. Everyday runs to freedom When goes down its voice is tired out The flat space curbs his leap Its water soiled from towns’ garbage It is in plain now but longing for the mountains. Everyday runs to freedom When reaches the sea It loses the name.