A river is a river is a river

is a river.

It can not help it. It can not change its course, decide on a whim to start streaming upwards.

A river is a river is a river

is a river.

But we are not.

We are our own gardener, we know where we need cutting back in order to grow better, more beautiful, what places in us are craving sunshine the most.

We can steer our own actions, step by step; we can grow upwards and down,

we can run downhill and race up the mountain walls, against the falling water.

Because we have a mind to think and a heart to feel and most of all;

because we always have a choice.