Water trickles down a hillside,
Gathering strength and force.
With volume the effect is seen,
A river forms its course.
Time slowly trickles past a child,
With age time gathers force.
Many events flow through each life,
Good memories and remorse.
More than water sculpts a river,
Land itself shapes its course.
It’s more than time that molds a soul,
Character shapes this force.
A river’s strength comes as it falls,
And calms reaching the sea.
A person’s soul shapes with time,
And soars when it’s set free.