It lies there, open and new,
It glistens,
As the Sun hits it hue,

The grassland around it,
Flourish at it's side,
It is their tutor, their mentor, their guide,

The lily pads that lie on it,
Pastel pink they Look so much more better,
Than those in her book,

The setting skies,
Full of rouge, apricot and honey,
Are a priceless sight,
And cannot be exchanged for monry,

As the fish swim in their glory,
Happy, joyful and alive,
They always remember,
That it is it that is by there side,

And when the daylight sun, it sets,
And mother moon appears,
It begins to sparke now,
What we hold so very dear,

And the Moonlight fairies flutter by,
Dance on it, createing patterns so,
And as the night goes on,
They continue to go,

TIt sparkles a radient silver,
As mother moon bleses it's amity,
And away the night goes,
Comes the awakinig of spring,

And the sweet song birds,
Chirp their mellody,
And welcome it back,
To the morning so free,

And as days go by,
And nights go to,
Always and always,
The stream stays new,

For it symbolises love,
Serentity and peace,
And the stream is always eternal,
Whenever you and it meet.