The stream

Let her flow

Like the stream

Don’t contain her

For she will look for tiny gaps

and crevices

Let her carve

Her own path

Don’t give her a road

Because she doesn’t believe

In following the footsteps

Let her gush

And settle

Don’t give her rules

As she likes to dance in the green plains

And fall from the rocky hills

Let her be

What she is

Don’t be afraid to loose her

For she is the stream

And she will find her way to the ocean