As I drive up along the hills,
I see a creek flowing.
Boring through my head like a drill,
In its own path it be going.
Boulders placed in its way,
Yet it flows around it.
Oh! this be my best day,
Watching the creek play its wit.
In this serene beautiful place,
Silence is silently broken.
My heart leaps with joy for the creek's grace,
One of nature's gifts; a lovely token.
