Classic Poem

There is a brook in the mountains,
Nobody I ask knows its name
It shines on the earth like a piece
Of the sky. It falls away
In waterfalls, with a sound
Like rain. It twists between rocks
And makes deep pools It divides
Into islands. It flows through
Calm reaches. It goes its way
With no one to mind it. The years.
Go by its clear depths never change.