“Where Rivers May Meet” by David Whyte (from River Flow)
All the water below me came from above
All the clouds living in the mountains
Gave it to the rivers,
Who gave it to the sea, which was their dying
And so I float on cloud become water,
Central sea surrounded by white mountains,
The water salt, once fresh,
Cloud fall and stream rush, tree root
And tide bank
Leading to the rivers mouths
And the mouths of the rivers sing into the sea,
The stories buried in the mountain
Give out into the sea
And the sea remembers
And sings back, from the depths
Where nothing is forgotten