Sauntering beside the flowing river
Many people see the imperfections
Swirling grit
Stray leaves
Only few see
The crystal clear underneath
But soon the river is dry
It is gone
There is nothing more to see
And all that is left to judge
Is the dirt that it left
Under our feet
And there will be wistful memories
People wish they could have it back
But you only realize something
When it's gone
The people grieve
