The river's path,
A ragged gash in the earth,
Scraped out over eons
By her mothers before.
She never asked
How her path came to be,
Why her ancestors chose
Every bend, every fold.
But her mothers never chose,
They just followed the path
That was carved out before them,
And dug deeper, ever deeper.
Then one day her mothers
Gathered high in the air,
They cried upon the mountains
And the river in despair.
The river swelled with rage
And rushed over her banks,
And now the river's path
Has forever changed.
The river's crest, a gentle breast,
Nourishing life as she flows,
From the fish in her depths,
To the wild auburn rose