Poet of the River
The River That Flows(Thought) - Poem by Poet of the River
Like a small stream you must grow,
into a river with a steady flow.
And as the fish look up from below,
They will see the sun and its warming glow.
And feel the magic, from long ago.
As this river continues to flow,
And your experience continues to grow,
you turn to a sea of ageless mystery.
your journey is not yet done,
for it has only begun!
Even tho the wind may blow,
and a storm may set in.
Let your smile grow,
go with the flow,
and the waters will be calm again.
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