Firth of Fifth
The path is clearThough no eyes can seeThe course laid down long before.And so with gods and menThe sheep remain inside their pen,Though many times they've seen the way to leave.He rides majesticPast homes of menWho care not or gaze with joy,To see reflected thereThe trees, the sky, the lily fair,The scene of death is lying just below.The mountain cuts off the town from view,Like a cancer growth is removed by skill.Let it be revealed.A waterfall, his madrigal.An inland sea, his symphony.Undinal songsUrge the sailors onTill lured by sirens' cry.Now as the river dissolves in sea,So Neptune has claimed another soul.And so with gods and menThe sheep remain inside their pen,Until the shepherd leads his flock away.The sands of time were eroded byThe river of constant change.