River

River

Her waters roar,
  and tumble down
Crashing over, under, between,
Sturdy boulders,
  old as the earth.

Always moving,
Forever flowing,
  down,
  down,
  down.
Never pausing
  to worry,
  to think,
  to sleep.

The sea pulls her in,
Past the mountains,
  cutting through gorges,
  she winds across the earth,
  past all the people,
  who soon shall cease to be.
But the river remains,
  forever twisting, slithering, pouring herself out,
Charging ahead,
  throughout the ages,
  an eternal fountain of infinite strength.

Her journey never ends,
But has only just begun.