Water Existence... Poem by Aleksandra Szymanska

Is life just a river meandering through time
on rough or smooth waves’ sinuous symphony?
Can it not straighten its ever winding course,
and bend what’s made straight by the hand of irony?

Is it a waterfall cascading with power,
descending with heavy matters’ gravity?
Or does it quench thirst of forgotten dreams
by the spring of peace and eternal vitality?

Or perhaps it’s a fountain filled with jets of hope,
faith’s architecture, unique in its style…
Let’s toss our coins into the wishing pond
and see if we can buy just one happy while…