Blanco River rolling our Autumn Years out...dams here and
there, but finding a way~rooted trees exposed, can you hear
the river babble? or wind in the trees rustle leaves, carried
along for the ride by the growing strength of the flow~being
leery of pebbles along the way.

The water not deep...wade across, but one side looking
very much like the other...never mind...too dense the
overhead...light intermittent for to stumble and fall.

Green giving away crimson...gnarled trees, did a tree
fall and not make a sound? Or, no one around to hear
it...silently down it falls to decay.

Standing tall and strong by the waters of life, or not far
away...can you see around the bend...to navigate and take
part, leaving the safety of the bank to embark a journey?

Reading the verse...see if you can translate it to Your life...
forevermore to ponder an answer for the importance...Of
"Why am I here?" and "Where to go now?"

Test the rivers for depth...yet to cross bridges, from the
beginning without ending, I would say to You...don't bother
with the shallow end!