SITTING ON THE RIVER BANK,
HE WATCHED THE WATER FLOW.
AS FROM THE MOUNTAINS TO THE NORTH,
TO THE SEA IT WAS TO GO.
WITH EVERY PASSING MOMENT,
THE SCENCE FOREVER CHANGED.
FOLLOWING ITS PREDESTINED COURSE,
AS BY NATURE GOD HAD ARRANGED.
LEFT ALONE FROM THE BEGINNING,
IT RAN ITS COURSE AT WILL.
FLOWING PAST THE CITIES,
THAT SIT UPON THE HILLS.
THE WATCHER SIT THERE THINKING,
OF HOW MAN TRIED TO CHANGE THE PLAN.
BY BUILDING DAMS AND LEVIES,
BUILT BY HIS OWN HANDS.
MAN TOOK THE LAND FROM THE RIVER,
AND THOUGHT HOW GREAT I AM.
FOR I HAVE MADE THE RIVER,
FOLLOW MY OWN COMMANDS.
SADLY THE WATCHER THOUGHT,
OF THE CRUEL TRICK THAT WAS PLAYED.
UPON THE MEN OF KNOWLEDGE,
WHO TRUSTED IN THE THINGS THEY HAD MADE.
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