Righteous River: Resistance Is Futile

Ripples and splits so wonderfully meander,
With veracious guile bounds asunder,
With nature's touch forges straight through,
Be it stone, or be it stick in such a place;
No obstacle to this torrent of power.
Effortless passage is created by this carriage,
Water's harmony with obstinate objects,
Drifting around, straight over or through.

Eyes can but look in lustful awe upon ceaseless creation;
Flowing currents of beauty and courage
Taking each challenge with consummate ease.
Never a moment seeming to fade or fail,
For nothing can stop such prowess from-
Winding its way to nature's gate.
Delicious delta at the sea's gracious gap,
Always receiving the new found source, whilst
passing on what once was;
To be considered new before timely departure to leave the wait for
water new,
Drifting around, straight over or through.

Ears can but hear the splashes and crashes: created by the successful
battle.
Repeating as stone rarely moves, nevertheless every sound totally
new;
Perhaps seems similar but always unique - new passage found.
Drifted around, straight over or through, in a way-
So stupendously new!
Music of nature such a marvellous harmony,
Singing its song to every ear present and gone.
There to be heard and loved, absurdly affluent,
Just for hearing by those who listen,
For the life that cares to observe;
To hear and believe in what is there
Sound undeniable, but so oft rendered silent thanks,
To non-hearing ear and unseeing eye.
It always remains ever flowing and endlessly forging on.
Drifting around, straight over or through.

Then there is what be submerged beyond sight, smell or ear,
The rage beneath what is evidently present,
Calculating currents savaging the eroded soil floor;
Fearless in its oft unnoticed path, pursuing the same proclaimed
double-D.
Stronger and faster than its sooner acknowledged upper brother,
Yet it is the body of the power so fantastically flowing.
Through the country: both untouched, and that topped by concrete and
metal.
A bold, yet naturally bashful, stretch forward and under,
Is all that is needed to know its unspeakable being;
A now watered hand pushed and punished,
One more futile obstacle deferring destiny to this beautiful
beast-
Feeling the power of nature's liquid pressing the natural barrier it
simply goes:
Drifting around, straight over or through.

Onwards, forwards it shall never be stopped;
As eternity rolls by year by decade,
And decade by century time clocks past.
The river rolls on for ever and ever, in front of our lives,
Nature's creation there despite war, coupled with acceptance by
obstacles;
Never will anything change its destiny as it simply flows.

Drifting around, straight over or through.