Men walk upon the treaded path, forged by the uncertain hands of men,
And at last, finding it too human, seek to travel upon the river, forged by eternity itself.
The throb of everlasting life is heard in the silent rush of the currents,
And the dreams of silent, sleeping people are carried forth by currents with purposeful destination.
Dreamers cast their dreams into the currents in their slumber,
And with the assurance of water and life, dreams grow.
With steady assurance, currents carry their dreams to other dreamers upon faraway banks,
And there they flower in the minds of others with the promise of life.
Man, seeing no respite in the endless path, at last finds assurance in the currents,
So infused with self-purpose, and at last casts his hopes upon the river forged so long ago.
I wrote this one for my aunt to describe the relation between the river and villagers. She wanted me to describe the replenishing traits of the river and needed it for her art project.
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