I hear the river, as the river hears me.
I am the river rolling quietly.
I am guided by the anonymous banks
that slither upon the face of the earth.
Swelling, I have spilled out onto the land.
A torrent, I have devastated beautiful things.
I see the river, as the river sees me.
I am the river flowing steadily.
I carry many memories that ripple away,
absorbed in the reflecting waters.
Receding, I hoard my treasures in the sands.
Run dry, I have left the weak thirsty.
I know the river, as the river knows me.
I am the river moving effortlessly.
I cannot turn back and I cannot be still,
for I am always changing.
Maintaining, I was made with ancient hands.
Open, I have a mouth that seldom speaks.
Many streams have made me.
Some run along side me
for a time.
One day I will end at the delta,
and I will at last become one with the sea.
I am the river, as the river is me.