Beneath The Surface

The river flows, the water courses, down the winding trail

Its waves carve out a chosen path, it travels without fail

No wind nor earth nor winged beast could knock it off its quest

to push unto its journey's end, its center seems at rest

Though deep within its ebbs and flows, its currents start to mix

Confused, it crashes on the shore, forlorn, it cannot fix

those troubles nestled underneath its surface, through its whole

Which force internal tides to rip apart its very soul

Yet unabated, without fear, the river redirects

its power to a greater goal, to fight for what comes next:

to reach a still, a lake or pond, a place to make amends

Until it rises through the air to start its course again