The stream never stops
It flows across the land
Its goodness feeds the crops
It’s one of nature’s helping hands
The stream cares for all
The deers in the wood, the birds in the air
All hear its call
Its water could be seen as an answer to a prayer
The stream can call out to others
To come and sit by its side
A call heard by many lovers
And at times even a bride
The stream belongs to us
But never underestimate its importance
It serves without a fuss
And gives us sustenance.