The River in Spring

Image by Wes Hicks from Unsplash

You hear the birds atop the greening trees,

chirping the sounds of a new beginning,

their haste to migrate last fall,

is all but forgotten.

You hear the gush of the river after a heavy rain,

so powerful and unrestrained,

you are tempted to follow the stream,

your heartbeat echoing its ebb and flows.

“Where are you off to, mister,

That the song of the bluebirds, or the morning wind

Cannot tempt you to stay?”

You think that you are out of time.

You only live once! They shout,

your time on Earth is limited, seize the day.

The ticking hand is your greatest fear.

So you hasten your strides,

race the clouds,

you believe that if you run fast enough,

the sun will never set.

Oh, what do you say to the river after a heavy rain,

Gushing so rapidly, that humans set up dams?

Determined to pace the river to the promised land,