One of life’s constants, change,
Part of nature’s own special will.
 
Youth, wild and free, raw power
When a river is not still,
 
Stirring, mixing and grudgingly slowing down
Until it can carry burdens no more,
 
Pausing to reflect new images in its still waters.
Peace on a distant shore,
 
Cool, clear water with fishing as fishing
Ought to be done,
 
Relaxed, quietly listening to songs 
That ought to be sung,
 
Lying, watching autumn leaves fall.
Trees closing one circle of life, serene,
 
Rejuvenating, invigorating, making
The senses sharp, keen.
 
To the hills, river waters return
In torrents or soft gentle rain,
 
Rebuilding strength, kinetic,
Anticipating anticipation once again.