Rolling with the river, around each stone and obstacle
The droplets gain momentum as more join in the journey
Through varied landscapes they pick up pieces
Of purity, pesticide, passion, and power
Moving through stories, carrying the past to the future
Feeding all the roots; growing evolution
A little poem I thought up with water on the brain :)
Flow On!
"we can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures." Thorton Wilder
1 comment:
Heja Lauren
I've been sitting with some rivers lately, to realize that a river doesn't actually exist. A river bottom can exist, or a bed as it's often called. The water itself seems mostly to be just a bunch of water using gravity to get back to the ocean. Both pushing and holding itself back.
keep on writing!
hugs
Ben
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