It curved through cliffs through years through clay
It sang where all had lost their way;
No ocean claimed its final call
It learned to live within it all
The bends became its art its creed
It carved through grief to plant a seed;
Each wound it met restored its tune
Each loss remade its afternoon
It never stopped to prove its plan
It moved because it simply can;
The banks withdrew the flow remained
The meaning pure the form unchained
Through endless turns it reached the air
It kissed the clouds and lingered there;
The river’s truth both fierce and kind—
To end is only redefined