Meanderings

Would you make a saggingwillow

Weep from lack of sunlight?

Tear-stained earth her pillowas

She cowers in dismay.

 

Rivers ramble rakishly

Between her hills andhighlands,

Stumbling and bumbling

She knows no other way.

 

Flying high above the fray

Through multilayeredbillowings,

With eagle eye that seeks tospy

On details rarely seen.

 

And willow hugs the riverbank

To watch the ever-constantflow.

Peaceful her meanderings

Among the meadows green.

 

Will you give your gift oflife?

Service those who patientwait.

Quench the thirst of all inneed

Before it is forever late.