THE SINKING SONG

I flow lonely on the ground
as if of a white cloud
though the hills and valleys,
I pass through men, animals and tree
and through host of golden Daffodils
Beneath the trees
with the waves due to breeze,
The reflection of stars on me that shine ,
and twinkle on the milky way
they stretch'd in never ending line
and finally joining the bay
till it reduces its salt
I make it sweet as long as glaciers melt,
everything is passed away at a glance
but i am the river who go on with a dance.