It came to the world from a mountain lake
going down stream
discovering, inventing new paths
 
The water can endure
through trash and heat,
but too much and it will rain down
All the rage and fury will go back
into the stream
 
It will continue on its undecided path,
open to new things
Never still, until the destination is met
So on and on it goes, on the way
as a little stream