Let them be as hard as stones
Always sturdy, standing tall
But still, and forever cold
I’d rather be a long river
Passive, with clear streams, like shiny ribbons
blowing in the wind
Rapids rushing towards the deep open sea
To have no control, following the path that has already been decided To relax, to just enjoy the ride
To be pushed and pulled by moon and sun
Or to be crashing over rocks, swirling tumbling in a panic
I’d rather be unbothered, and if
Then I am alone
Than to be around still and unfeeling stones
Where they are praised for their rigidity
By those who just watch
I’d rather let everything flow
Than attempt to find footing in the water
If I could carry out my path freely
I’d Rather be a long winding river