Strong, ever changing,
surviving flood and drought.
Ever flowing, giving
life to all on it's shores.
Disturbed by the ever
increasing use of motors.
Imagine when it was
younger, a silent time.
A time to discover
how we live with one another.
How it's strength
carries us onward to new.
To encounter another,
make new friends, if only.
Instead we tame
and the sacred is broken.
The river will endure,
the shape of it threatened.
Can we find the wonder
to lie still, to listen, hear.
Hear it beckon us
to rconcile the sacred tie.
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