Every morning at the river bank
The native boatman lies in wait
People climb aboard the boat and
He ferries them across the river
He sings a romantic song
In a clear, mellow voice
Looking at the skies above
And pouring out his love
He sings of life, he sings of love
Keeping all rapt in awe
Everyone feels an inner peace
Along the river ride
As he sings his song
The river makes a ripple
The oars sweep the waters
Guiding the boat to the shore
Boatman, what is it that guides you?
What gives you that glow?
Is it the song in your heart? The birds in the sky?
Or the creator above?
© copyright skm, April 23rd, 2011