The river goes downstream;
sometimes in green rivulets of peace;
                      Sometimes with loud roaring rapids,

The river of life dries up too,
        societies aridity sucks the life out of it like a hot desert day

Unexpected showers, River comes back to life, gurgling;
      Bringing my arid soul back;
             like the desert, whose beauty springs forward in hours:
 

Beauty unexpected, rich in red and yellow -
like the soul that finds richness and sustenance in the world.

The river of life is sometimes cruel, painful,
        sometimes overflowing with joy,
Always alive.