How long until the river reaches its end?
The unforgiving waters violently rush and bend.
To ride the surface would mean certain death.
For the speed of the river does not allow rest.
Why must we take this path? Is there no safer way?
The heavy waters twist dark blue and grey.
Riding the waters means no easy task,
But to reach the end, is all that we ask.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem