Stillness

At dusk We'll coax the old brook to sing A hymn To quell the will of the night. Restless, We'll sway to its primeval song, Enchanted By the fires burning within. Restless At dawn We'll sing the old brook to sleep. A hymn To quiet the roar of the day. In stillness, We'll lay on its primeval banks, Weary From the fires burning within. Stillness