Though the days do go by, they seem to crawl
Not changing but constant, a downward fall
Resilient to the ages, bypassed by the rest of time
Holding ba the rapids, the water made to white
Whether ashore or submersed at the bottom
Like the spirit of the wilderness I am the ro
Like spirit I engross all adjoined with me
Sensing the balance and supporting the stream
Tasting all that comes in touch with my surface
I remember forever and retain an age never surpassed
Even enduring such extremes erroded away by eternity
Excruciating weather and heat not giving into the stream
Water seaps deep into my narrow crevasses inside securing a thirst
Around much cooler air seemingly surrounds my face unmoved at first
And even though with this freezing air I feel a chill so cold, too cold a bit
The frigid cold singeing my void the water inside freezing me until I split
