Rushing but Never Resting

Life is a crackling, rushing river.

It has rapids, the water rough and loud piling up.

The sudden drops to ground

Jerk, frighten, and deafen.

But, unbelievably, it lets out

To a calm, gentle stretch of water,

The roar of the past an echo in the background,

Then it speeds again,

Rocky and unpredictable,

Wondering when it will slow down and rest again.