Flowing down through the Hill and Dale
Born from mountains high
Collecting rocks, soil and dust
Till in the ocean deep
Searching for the ocean, her home
But a nomad flowing in the day
Giving help to all creatures
She is water and a home to some
She causes chaos in the rains
Coldness and anger rushes
Flooding our cities and homes
She bubbles, grows and gushes
Yet in times of drought
It is her we crave, to save us from the heat
Once she is found, we are happy as can be
For her coolness rushes through you and me