The Lilly's float on the pond, as the frogs hop along, and the birds sing their songs. The Lilly's of white, the frogs of green, The birds of blue, The fish of gold, the people of colors, all at the pond of life. The pond at spring is beautiful, in the fall is colorful, in the summer it cools you off, in the winter it is ice, at the pond of life. Down the road, behind the trees, there's a creek made just for me. A stones throw wide, a ruler high As far as the eye can see.
Leaves blow, the water flows, Where it goes, nobody knows.
Dances around from shore to shore, Back and fourth, with a silent roar. Slow, steady, ever running, Never afraid of what's in her way, Never stops to wonder what lies ahead, she just keeps running, running, running. Frogs leap in, squirrels scurry home, Everything seeks shelter. So silent, so calm, so peaceful, so full of life. Down the road, behind the trees, there's a creek made just for me.