Stillness

At dusk

We'll coax the old brook to sing

A hymn

To quell the will of the night.

Restless,

We'll sway to its primeval song,

Enchanted

By the fires burning within.

Restless

At dawn

We'll sing the old brook to sleep.

A hymn

To quiet the roar of the day.

In stillness,

We'll lay on its primeval banks,

Weary

From the fires burning within.

Stillness