Rivers flowing steady and true,
Never stopping, unlike you.
We see their flow as beauty and grace,
They turn ugly at a frightening pace.
Rivers glistening in the sun,
They make us remember what we have done,
As they glisten, in the sun.
Washing away fragments of the past,
Washing away what’s not meant to last,
In time the banks erode away,
Little by little everyday.
We forget they were there,
Forgetting it all, did we even care?
The bank is now gone, yet the river carries on.