I've stormed out of the mountains,cracked the unyielding rocks to fragments
I've gushed gently by the little shrubs,cradled its fine seeds in my currents

I've been this or that,I've been one thing or the other and everything

I saw you along the way, you who feared me and yet loved me
You felt one thing or the other for me,
you thought the world of me and yet betrayed me.

-The River