Grand Canyon: Mouth of Havasu Creek

 

Sometimes we care, most times we don’t,
Everyone lives in a world of won’t,
We’re just here, isn’t it fun
To run like water downhill?

Rivulets of what’s easiest,
Gravity-drawn past what is best,
Ending up where we begun
Without need for try or will.

Little water wending our way
Past everything that might matter some day,
Never choosing where we run,
Only a casual spill.

Looms the canyon we gradually make
Of never give and always take,
Deeper and farther from the sun
By River Of Neverwill.

SFWhite

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