The river has a will
Since the beginning of time, ancient
With grand patience
Cutting through the hardest rocks of the Appalachians
Not across the easiest, bewildering many
Its journey a mystery
Over thousands of years, surely
Birds land to find sanctuary
Boats arrive bearing fortune
Fishing nets cast for food
Yet in its grandness, the river is impermanent
Can’t step into the same river twice
The river is a flow
Life is like that
Ever flowing, ever changing, never permanent
And sometimes a mystery.
Noelle L, 25.07.2020
Kindermind Center 