Our River's Legacy

To some people,

every day when the sun rises,

life is a routine.

They see events flash before them,

but they never know what they mean.

 

But life is not the sand in an hourglass.

It does not burn away only to be tipped over again.

Time itself is a gentle stream.

The water passes the banks,

and is again never seen.

 

But this is no problem,

to those that look around.

One day their rivers will run dry,

and they cherish their water,

for without it they will die.

 

But the water is cool.

The water is refreshing and satisfying.

Every drop tells a tale.

Every current, a memory.

About when we succeed and when we fail.

 

No river runs without its impurities.

But without these, the river lacks character.

It lacks honesty.

Yes a river without faults,

is no river to me.

 

And it is good to know,

that when the river runs dry,

and our life retreats,

our stories will go on,

to the lake to repeat.

 

Our legacies do not always have to die.

They can live on,

on the banks of the beach.

The residents there,

hear the stories to teach.

 

So our future is born from others' past.

Yet we have the ability to make our own destiny.

We control the waters of our stream.

It follows our actions and creates our legacies.

And that is a beautiful thing.

 

-Ben Geiger

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