The River Flows
Rock and leaf and fish and fly,
Those that live and those that die,
Float alike to river’s end
Striking stone and bending branch
Water flows in blissful dance
All the way to river’s end
Down through valleys flows the course
Gushing, frothing, vig’rous force
Constant until river’s end
'Cross the plains under the sun
Crystal waters swiftly run
Evermore to river's end
Crushing blue beyond the shore
River shall proceed no more
Thus the river meets its end
~ There is always a force greater than yours. Learn humility.
Copyright © Moose Bak | Year Posted 2009
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