River

The river runs slowly
Through the lie of the land
Meandering,
Caressing the soft smell of the earth
Curving
Embracing the contours of the rugged land
With each soft, gentle murmur
Of the almost transient, silent melody
Breathing the song of life into the terrain
The river runs without ceasing
It flows without stopping
Steadily
Until it consummates its union
Losing itself in the vast embrace of the ocean