The river only flows forward,
The wind hardly turns back to see,
There is no way to unwind,
The plant that grows to be a tree
The earth never pauses to mourn
the stones that are turned to dust,
Great mountains wither
But in life forward is a must..
The rain that travels the sky
Knows all seas must dry some
day
But forward is where the river goes
And it always finds a way…
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