Quiet flows the dawn
and with the dawn flows the quiet river.
The river is neither aware of destiny,
nor does she know that time moves
and makes her move.
Stories are born on her banks and left unread.
Like destiny it's not in her to pause.
The cause and the effect flow as one single stream with her.
You may think of loss or gain
but in her flow they are one
because she knows, she must flow.
Some call her mother and stand on her shore;
pleading her to speak.
some call her divinity
and place her in a shrine.
She will flow at her own pace,
in abundance, never in need of joy or sorrow,
Her flow is unstoppable.
But not ignorant of your life ,its needs and deeds.
Until she comes in sight of the sea
her journey long and forlorn.
Do not forsake her
when the sky thunders and in fear
she breaks her bounds.
Take her waters to flow into canals;
help her reach the far out lands that need her
and she'll bless you before she follows
her destined path to the sea.
