We sang by the river.
The clear water rolled through the forest,
like it had for so long.
The water whispered, in the background of our song.
With the river we sang,
our song by the river; the ash grove song.

We sang at the foot of ancient trees.
The rough bark lashed at our backs.
But the covering of soft, dark green moss
protected us from the cracking wood.
Together we sang,
our song by the river; the ash grove song.

We sang every night.
Wrapped in each other’s arms,
we sang by the glistening light of the moon.
The stars winked at us from their perches in the sky.
With the moon we sang,
our song by the river; the ash grove song.

We sang not alone.
The birds buzzed alongside our warbles
And the crickets chirped with our croons.
All life through the forest,
paused to listen and join in.
We sang with nature our song,
our song by the river; the ash grove song.