River flowing alive
Sparkling and no end of it
Working nothing to it
Only flowing to it and
Never ever becoming a story.

Virtue is alive
When it flows
Blossoming of a dancer
And it's dance
Up the stairs the sun shows
A thousands steps up.

No edges, no pieces,
The tree in it's all
Truth and not through imagination,
Identity describes,
The death conceives,
The space crams everything and...
The river,
The river only flows connected to
All of it outsides and the sunny fields.