Erosion the rocks and goes
In his path
Restless in his being
And travels endless the plain
The river goes
Although miller is sleeping
And every morning in regret for the water is gone and wheat that remains
Roaring and noisy
When it is not deep
Calm
When it deep with thinking
Surface floating in rivers
Small ideas, such as little fish
And in deep waters
Big Fish
Every time it goes takes more from mud and contaminated soil
And how beautiful clear water source
At birth