"I'll stay here...",
Says the mountain to the creek,
"I can't leave the bloomed forest,
the butterflies and the morning mist...!"
"But tell me, dear,
don't you love me..?
As you flow round the valley,
laughing sweetly..."
The creek murmurs...
"Oh! dear,
I want to grow, and join the ocean...
To be a river! that's my dream!
but, sure only if no one
will block me again...!"
With the heaviness of love in his heart,
the mountain collapses down...
And gives way to the creek...
He flows with the creek
As stones, sand and mud...
The creek grows to a river...
And in the midst of giggling river,
the crushed mountain consoles himself...
The river flows along...giggling and singing...
The butterflies and the withered forest
hide their tears in the drizzle...
And tries to smile with the river.
Says the mountain to the creek,
"I can't leave the bloomed forest,
the butterflies and the morning mist...!"
"But tell me, dear,
don't you love me..?
As you flow round the valley,
laughing sweetly..."
The creek murmurs...
"Oh! dear,
I want to grow, and join the ocean...
To be a river! that's my dream!
but, sure only if no one
will block me again...!"
With the heaviness of love in his heart,
the mountain collapses down...
And gives way to the creek...
He flows with the creek
As stones, sand and mud...
The creek grows to a river...
And in the midst of giggling river,
the crushed mountain consoles himself...
The river flows along...giggling and singing...
The butterflies and the withered forest
hide their tears in the drizzle...
And tries to smile with the river.