I love to watch the water in a brook:
Flowing fast over a rocky bottom,
Flowing slower closer to placid shore.
To the ocean, or lake, it's flowing.
Nevertheless, water's fate is certain,
The only changes are in where it goes.
Vapor, rain, sleet, snow, within a body,
What purpose it serves, only Heaven knows!
What purpose life serves, only Heaven knows!
Like water, it is in a fluid state,
A state in which life's dependent on fate,
Changeable according to where it runs.
Rocky bottoms, smooth sailing, even both.
Could be across the land, sea, or air.
Sometimes where it does go may not seem fair,
But it is also the story of life--
I peace, smooth sailing, or difficult strife--
What ever--it finally comes to rest,
And learns that te flow was only a test--
Like water subject to what's coming next.
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