Life is like a river with it's natural flow,
It's journey has a rhythm all it's own,
Tracing over mountains & round about it goes,
Down into valleys & sometimes while stopping it may overflow,
Gathering momentum; as it ebbs & flows out to sea,
Travelling along pastures, meadows & the lea,
Still it ventures bravely all alone,
Eventually finding it's way home.
Ravensong
Oct.5/09
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