The river flows, it twists, it bends,
It moves without a need to end.
No hurry, no race, no need to prove,
It finds its way; it finds its groove.
The bird takes flight with open wings,
No questions asked of where it sings.
It soars with ease, no thought of why,
It’s free to be, it’s free to fly.
The sun will rise, and warmth will spread,
No need to prove, no need to tread.
It shines for all, no claim, no boast,
It gives its light; it gives the most.
And here we are, alive, aware,
No titles needed, none to compare.
Each breath we take, each step we make,
We simply live, no need to fake.
It moves without a need to end.
No hurry, no race, no need to prove,
It finds its way; it finds its groove.
The bird takes flight with open wings,
No questions asked of where it sings.
It soars with ease, no thought of why,
It’s free to be, it’s free to fly.
The sun will rise, and warmth will spread,
No need to prove, no need to tread.
It shines for all, no claim, no boast,
It gives its light; it gives the most.
And here we are, alive, aware,
No titles needed, none to compare.
Each breath we take, each step we make,
We simply live, no need to fake.