The Rivers Calm
By Forrest Getz
The pain of bitter squabbles
Amid the air of arrogance
And selfish acts,
There remains only one thing here
That changes not;
Is free of human inconsistencies
(but emotions we desire from it)
The river is there not to judge, nor scowl upon,
Only to listen and sooth with steady currents,
And with frigid waters,
Wash away the pains that we bear –
The scars unseen.
(or such actions do we give it)
The river is indifferent;
We are the ones who see in it what we desire –
Like a mirror, no two visions alike –
It flows the same,
(It has long before each of us).
Written by Forrest 3/18/09