The brook strides away, heedless of leaves that rest.
One fresh leaf today, a worn one the day cometh next.
They move along with it in all, a few knots together they go.
Hither and thither they move, calling her friend and then, foe.
The brook strides away, heedless of leaves that rest.
Off to the sea she goes, her sanity and sanctity blest.

Brook strides away