The River Poem by Book Worm

the river flows everyday
day by day, day by day
it turns and churns
and churns and turns

Around the curves and the sinews of the earth
sometimes in sadness, sometimes in mirth
never knowing what it will see
living in the moment, just to be

but across and fro it river bend
it spies something that seems to be a trend
a puddle here and there
puddles, puddles, everywhere
why did all of them give up?
why not try, try, and try
a puddle here and a puddle there

questions, questions, in its watery mind
'how did i come to be in this bind?
who seized the powere? who chose the hour?
did my creator ever stop and wonder
did he ever stop and ponder
about what lies deep and under?
for even though...

the river flows every day
day by day, day by day
it churns and turns
turns and churns

it will stop

then the river is no more
never more, evermore