
In its youth, a river is violent
It rushes, forward
Sometimes destroying many good things
In its path
With time, it matures
Expands, and moves slowly, quietly
Thoughtfully, towards a precise destination
An unlimited sea

In its youth, a river is violent
It rushes, forward
Sometimes destroying many good things
In its path
With time, it matures
Expands, and moves slowly, quietly
Thoughtfully, towards a precise destination
An unlimited sea