Bonds Made and Bonds Broken

A river flowing ever onward, forward, downward.

Fast and furious. Calm and serene. The water sometimes

meets the trees, splashes the shore. Dissolving into the soil,

and sometimes bogged in the mire.

Finally, bursting free. Can the water choose to break free,

or is it forced to do so? It gushes free or silently flows away,

peaceful. Not always because it wants to, but often driven

by the oncoming storm.

Forces, Mighty, beyond the waters control.

The torrential rain pounding free the water, from the land

the trees, the leaves slipping away softly.

But, sometimes in the end of it, the separation is quiet, and

calm as a whisper. The river flows away to reach and touch

another shore.

The rivers touch cannot remain, it can only linger for awhile.

Bonds made and bonds broken, all our days.

<span class=" fbUnderline">Watch the river and see, it is the same for you and me.</span>


Lois M. Tanner