The river will flow

Cold mountain air will feed your path. Beautiful as you gleam by in rustic rage. A calmness become over passers by, Your patterns meander as you come of age. Your course weaves a million stories, And your floods conceive a million more. Where you have been no one will know Into dreams the river will flow! Passing through the rustic meadows, And swirling through the whispering trees, Your venture too brings fear. Power of rage rushing cold. Bursting blue flames destruction fold. Magnificence, crystal clear. Where will you go? It makes me wonder. As you glisten the morning air. Through our years, the river will flow, And into the crust it will tear.