The River
Beginning high in the mountains the steep slopes give power to the raging river.
It is an unstoppable force descending down, influenced only by the pull of gravity.
The power to cut granite, impulsive in its course, persistence is its virtue.
Momentum gains, turbulence are many, and the excitement is abundant in the beginning.
Over the gently sloping plain the pace of the river becomes less urgent.
Still guided by an invisible, immovable force, it is settling in for a wonderful journey.
A more whimsical course, sufficient influence to cut the earth, determined to move forward.
Slow and steady the new mantra, occasional patches of rapids reminisce the exhilaration of youth.
Onward the expedition continues without concern for the destination.
It relents to the forces that act upon it indifferent to their root.
The river moves with power, fanciful in nature, enduring all encounters.
Such is the story of the river and the story of our love.
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