Like babbling brooks,
we once flowed like rivers
touching each other's banks.

Slowly life rushed us through,
crashing us against the rocks,
causing our rapids to rage,
as we collide our rivers grew.

Live, love, eat, and die like
the rivers do. We leave behind
scares and grooves creating
valley's and canals, a memorial
from our experiences.

© 2018 By Amanda D Shelton