It bubbles, churns, writhes, swirls and foams,
Always moving on never the same,
No name, but no passport to prove that,
It runs down a mountain from an unknown spring.
...
I look out into the dark depths
The bringer of life and death as
One
The excited shouts of childhood
...
I wish I could
Stay like this
Capture this perfect moment
Freeze it
...