The desires of a river

What if I was your river

In which you dip your hands and take sips, 

Letting myself drip down your chin back into myself.

At times I am your river,

Twisting, Unpredictable, Flooding

Into the dirt bringing your garden life.

I bring  what you need—

Wood, Clay, ideas

You build yourself cities with my treasures. 

As you reroute my curves and change my essence, 

Use my wood to make your wheel,

I bring light into your home.

I am your river

Your muse, Your beauty, your pride.

Paint me as you truly see me.

I am a river

I gave you my gold and you gave me your waste—

From a clear diamond to an opaque agate.