Two rivers met and ran as one
below high alpine meadow sun

The waters blend in gentle breeze
The waters churn and throw off steam

A haze of color in the sky
birds and fish and green grass fly

As god looks on we end our search
finding truth and love on earth 

With time and progress, strife and heat,
winding mellow silt grows deep

Tending meadows, open air
running slow without a care

Without a course or cause to keep
the flow runs slow and dark and deep

Ever present, sow to reap
a river and the ocean meet
where star crossed lovers souls will sleep