The bullrush of the river Likes to whisper in the sunset, Four leaves hover in the wind, Laughter whispers among the trees, I am like a leaf on the river, drifting, But I will meet the beauty there, In the last soft light of evening.
- Carl Sandburg
The bullrush of the river Likes to whisper in the sunset, Four leaves hover in the wind, Laughter whispers among the trees, I am like a leaf on the river, drifting, But I will meet the beauty there, In the last soft light of evening.