The bridge says:

Come across, try me; see how good I am.

The big rock in the river says:

Look at me; learn how to stand up.

The white water says:

I go on; around, under, over, I go on.

A kneeling, scraggly pine says:

I am here yet; they nearly got me last year.

A sliver of moon slides by on a high wind calling:

I know why; I’ll see you to-morrow;

I’ll tell you everything to-morrow.