It’s not enough to hear of rivers.
The rush of their current,
The power of their force.
It’s not enough to talk of rivers.
The journey to discover,
The miles of stretching shores.
It’s not enough to dream of rivers.
The peace by their streams,
A flowing life, always changing.
Rivers are to know with the senses.
To touch and feel.
Rivers are for the pilgrim
On a holy search,
To die with eyes open,