The Stream


The water follows under the bridge
The rain come and fills the stream

The love of life and nature is shown
The peace in the world is all here

The stream of life is all the goodness
There is a pureness that is great

We are blind to the stream of life
We look around and see darkness

Why can we all see the goodness?
Why can we hear the peace?

The stream come here once in while
But when it is gone we mourn

This stream bring happiness
This stream bring love

This stream is the hope in our world
Without we would have nothing good.

Tell me what you think.