The River

I stand here at the edge of the field Looking and wondering when the water will yield As I watch the water flow out of sight I simply wonder what happens at night You see the river is similar to our life It has its shares of peace and strife It is not a straight road that is followed Parts of it high, others hollowed It starts out straight then slowly changes As human emotion that has many ranges Then all of a sudden it starts to turn As friends disrespect us and leave us burned It is filled with things both evil and good As us good ones who swear they are hood But all along the riverbed flowers stand nice To make it look pretty and add some spice The flowers are there to live off the water As an evil friend standing with your son or daughter They make us think they are here for us But when bad things happen we're first under the bus No one really sees past the horizon Whether it is being drunk by deer or bison We can only see life as far as our hand reaches Always remember it is not always sun and beaches God has a plan for each of our lives Even when it looks like we're headed for a dive As the river flows not knowing where it's going Just hand your life over to the all knowing