The River Of Life
The river flows on as people watch it drift away
Droplets of water as a symbol of everlasting faith
Fate? No. We choose how our life is played
But we use what is given to us
Nature blesses minds that are weak
The river is a place of good
Yet it is such a waste, that river I see
Killing lives so innocently
The river meets a problem
And divides into two ways
Friend split up, will they meat again?
Life can have its ways of hatred.
Sun gleams of the mourning river
It passes by so peacefully
Without a sound…
Muted with grace and tranquility
Imagery surpasses words
As the river disperses feelings
Emotions are forgotten
As the river continues to flow
The river seems to get thinner
Weakening slowly…
To an unknown death
What will happen next?
Despaired moments in a flowing legacy of history
The water has deceased…
As it goes over the waterfall,
All things known are gone