She Is The River Poem by Caroline Bulleck

She carries every misshapen, rough problem
Works over them tirelessly until she reaches the sea
Where she releases her smooth stones of wisdom
To go where they need to be
She is the river
She may seem calm, slow, at first glance
Don't judge her too soon, that is merely her facade
She has never stopped her raging dance
If you cross her on a bad day, better pray to God
She is the river
Her thoughts and reasoning race through her mind
Like a school of fish, erratic but organized
Enraptured by her stories, you will find
Her words come alive, they're so energized
She is the river
She never looks back
Her thoughts are never stuck in the same place twice
Her advice never black
And white, only true, which is nice
She is the river