The river as it flowed
hath now met an end
chosen a different road,
a different bend.
But road after road,
minute after minute,
when it dried to sand ,
what hath been in it?
In it, the risen sun
the warmth of the nest,
the time to depart
from the mothers breast .
In it, the first fall
the remains of broken trust
In it, the rage , anger
hurt and disgust
In it the folly of folly’s
In it art thee,
for lessons learnt
thy memory, shall always be
Thou hath changed the path,
path of a river.
Made it flow with strength
as they all sat bewildered
The river shall journey on
The river shall not refrain
but thy gentle grace,
by the riverside shall remain.
And so shall the rest,
Precious, distasteful fragments
For every drop, makes what it is.
Even if the water lay stagnant.
