My Name

My name means City of Trent, I think that is pretty stupid. My name can’t be defined by history because I am the present. I am now. Its meaning is constantly changing, It will never be just a few words. My name is a river flowing along Turning left and right, But staying similar throughout. It has always meant to live, To live life to the fullest. And though sometimes it is weak, It is always moving forward Onto a new adventure Onto a new challenge. It is always reliable, Something that will always be. It cannot be stopped by a mountain. It will adapt, It will change, It can help, It can carry others, And after all of this It will dry up up, It will stop flowing, But its mark will be left forever.