Through It All

Once in the hot grown summer glow, a quiet river flowed

Splashing along there smooth and slow, and cold as melted snow

It cut through the green, blue, and serene, and rolled up on the shore

Picked up some sticks and fallen leaves as it grew up and explored

But soon what was once so smooth and slow, became a mighty flow

And with the sparkle, blue and gold was growing more and more

And deep within it all, from fall to spring, and spring to fall

Was that cold and quiet flow, from the start that never goes

And always flows