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