Rivers

Rivers flow and they go in the dark and in the light. They will flow till the cliff where they fall to the rocks and go. Even then, the river will set on and start a new path. It only stops at the ocean, where it flows along. But when it finds another lane, it fills the gaps and adapts. It never stops, it keeps going, it never sets up its camp because it never stops. Rivers go and go without a single trace of a rest and flow in the dark and grim. They never stop and keep on going just like the light of the sun it always shines on and goes along. It reminds me of the roots of a tree the tree that never stops going. It’s like a life always changing and always coming back.