I chatter

 I chatter

I chatter, chatter as I flow

To join the brimming river

For, men may come and men may go

But I go on forever

Lord Tennyson.

 The Brook says

I whisper, murmur, speak, talk, weep and cry, with people who have come across. They come to me with a purpose. Leave me after the purpose is served. I am lone and alone to move on to eternity.