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.