Waves naturally rush to shore like leaves fall off the tree.
They pound upon the sands till there’s with white purity.
But sometimes the waters flow gently away as in a stream.
Is that a river in the ocean, or is it just a fanciful dream?
The river gently glides and slides as water on waters flow.
It seems to be in no hurry but it knows where it must go.
Meandering upon the ocean’s soft surface, it moves ever onward
Seeking a haven of refuge or perhaps some sweet reward.
The river is still and silent, relentless in its fluid motion
Letting out into the deep, it becomes one with the ocean.
Water is life-giving and life always flows from water
The river of life flows on and it flows into forever.