River's Rhythm..

The river's calm, quiet, gentle flow Follows its own rhythm, as it goes To the ocean's depths, it makes its way Without a struggle, night and day It's just doing its part, its own role Flowing true, without a single goal But when rainstorms come, it roars with might And overflows, in the turbulent night The sun may shine, and dry its bed But the river's essence remains unsaid Its authenticity, pure and true Unchanged, untouched, forever anew The surface may ripple, wave and play But the source remains, in its own way Rooted deep, in earth and sky Connected to the universe, it flows on by It reacts accordingly, as it must A reflection of the forces it trusts The wind, the rain, the sun's warm light Shape its flow, but not its might.