Our lives are like a river course
Springing out from a hill
Flowing rapidly down powerfully
Meandering through the course with pace
Clearing obstacles on our paths
As we approach the plain of life
Those powerful paces slow steadily
The steam is gone, the rush is slowed
No more power to push the debris
Impeding our flows on the course
We now gradually flow with care
One pace at a time on the plain
We slowly flow through the mangrove
No more rushing but steady flow
Until we reach the deep oceans
Where we mix with other waters
Never to be recognized as a river
But as a deep blue dreadful ocean
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