The river runs
swiftly with no care.
If conflict flows deep
it does bring despair.
Deep into ground
water seepingly absorbs
in soil then down in
under ground hoards.
Making great caves
formed over time.
In those moments
no sunshine it finds.
Yet it moves and
rocks it does smooth.
Underneath facades;
must resonate truth.
Darkness in our vessels,
inside we must filter.
What the world has
slung at us to enter.
We function from depths,
though within it’s dark.
Streams of life brought
debris we must set apart.
The caverns within us
hold they do our souls.
Inside we can be blind
blackness beckons control.
Of the debris that’s seeped
in through the deep cracks,
we must steady our resolve
or trees we feed turn black.
