The river -
So calm and peaceful,
Waltzing over the pebbles
And rubbing them smooth.
Then the storm comes,
Stirring it into a wild frenzy
And flooding its banks -
A wild tribe dancing to honor their gods.
The storm abates to just a drizzle,
Allowing the river to resume its slow dance as before,
The fluid motion of the dance
Carrying it to the ocean.
