River Brooks

Smooth upon it's travel,
There, in a meadow, by the river side,
What a pleasant gravel,
From far seems to be coated with a plaid

The river that connects the sea, a shaken pool,
Where lives silver fishes,
A scenery very inexorable and cool,
To be there, everyone wishes

Here a wimple, there a gleam,
And so we grin with our coloured faces,
Indeed it is a smooth stream,
In a beautiful and cool places