Do you think the
River, as she travels,
says hello to every rock and tree?
Do you think she small-talks with the
fish, fussing over how much they’ve grown?
Do you think she takes her time,
telling the rushing wind over head “hush dear,
the ocean can wait”?
Or do you think she’s like me-
always in a rush.
I’d like to calm the rapids of my life.
Teach me the ways of a slow moving stream.