The Rivers
See how it lifts You away,
Triumphantly soaring,
Rolling
From afar.
See how it mirrors Your morning sky,
Magically knowing,
Singing
From above.
See how it guides Your day,
Secretly leaning,
Training
From around.
See how it prophesizes Your way,
Gently hoping,
Providing
From afar.
See how it knows Their way,
Gently weeping,
Crying
From behind.
See how it provokes Their sore,
Secretly expecting,
Wondering
From where.
See how it delays Their stay,
Magically casting,
Condemning
From below.
See how it shows Their sorrow,
Triumphantly falling,
Passing
From afar.
See how it