Gold Pulse Flowing On The Bank
Its Waves Thrashing Along
The Sandy Sunny Beach
Merrier All Along
The Wind Blowing Around
Makes The Rippling Waves
And Someone Is Walking
Along The River To Wait
The Surface Of The Water
Brings Along A Message
That’s So Long Awaited
As Soon As Weather Permits
But The Golden Color Changes
To Deepening Blue With Time
The Waiting Soul Aches
For Departing Time
Returns With A Flicker Of Hope
That Next Day Will River Bring
Along With Its Golden Pulse
The Message Desired Longingly.