I like to halt on a strenuous hike to dream

And rest a while by a mountain stream,

Listening to the different notes the waters sing

Swishing, swashing, splashing and murmuring.

I could live happily, high on a mountain wing

Close by the tumbling waters of an alpine spring,

Within hearing of the myriad tones merrily playing

Rippling, trickling, gurgling and rushing.

I love to tarry on the broad mountain flank

Or sitting in an alpine glade on a stream bank,

Watching the varying light the tumbling waters bring

Sparkling, glittering, foaming and dashing.

I could happily stay forever by a mountain stream

Where the air and the water are so clear, fresh and clean,

Immersed in the sights and sounds the water makes

In it’s eternal rhythm of crystal and white cascades.