There will always be rivers

There will always
be rivers
on this earth
in considering
the snow
when it dies -
crystal,
then fluidity
then mist
on the waters,
rising and falling
from the clouds -
to morph and sink
into the earth
for the earth
can not hold back
those tears
for long
from the river...
flowing, flowing
to the ocean
in salty agony...

For all must change
around you -
your family
will grow old -
your friends
will travel
and be lost
to you -
there will be
weddings and holidays,
memories so
sweet
that they hurt -
and bright, light
Christmas trees -
green lives,
sacrificed
for one day
in a warm house
with laughter...
All will be vorbei...
snow and fog
and clouds
on the horizon
of our uncertain,
frightening futures...
Why you can not
see the forest
any longer
than you have to
but you will
always feel
the river...