River of Time

River of time,
Flowing ever onward.
A paradigm,
With many thoughts inferred.

An element so pure is not
As water from the source is brought
Beginnings in the melted ice
A streamlet does begin arise,
As infant grows to larger size;
I wonder how it's banks should rise

The rapids clean and purify,
The pools reflecting question why.
At times I feel an undertow,
While later it does slowly flow.
And then, at last, when all is done
It meets the sea and flows as one.

River of time,
Flowing ever onward.
A paradigm,
With many thoughts inferred.