I sat along this river bank, did I,
noticed the way the water weaves
from north to south so casually
as if it had nowhere to be.

I walked these wooded paths, did I,
and pondered on the speckled leaves
that fell to earth so gracefully
as if in homage to the tree.

I listened to the dove, did I,
the wren, the jay, the cheeky crow
who sounded delightful and carefree
as if they could sing endlessly.

I watched the setting sun, did I,
though where it went, I do not know.
It bade farewell so earnestly
as if in whispers just to me.

The hours within a life grow faint,
the moments spark, then fade and fly.
As I recall how my days were spent,
they were mostly wondrous, by and by.

Did I listen to the rushing river bend,
then speak with the endless blissful sky?
I've known these woods as a boon and friend -
I've had a good life, did I.
I've had a good life, did I.