River Formation Poem by John Paul Ceron

I sprang out,
After being kept under
Where soils are up high
Kissing the clouds in the sky.

Then, I washed out
Flowing freely down the slope
Creating small-narrow paths
Where you and I can see each other.

As I kept on flowing,
The path becomes larger,
Going closer and closer
And combines with you altogether.

Time had passed.
You and I were one.
But like the old saying goes,
'It is silent when it's deep.'