The river

I have a river of a mind

It wanders and dances through time,

Banks it does have though

Thanks to which it gets its flow!

I learned from her things she never taught

To nourish the soil tad tired and wrought,

Even if the sky had dried it low

It’d send the clouds to brighten its glow!

The mountains if they blocked its winsome way

Through them it’d swerve and topple away,

The ocean of kindness my mind will meet
The flowing journey will never retreat