From the high mountain streams
to the lowland lakes of Glacier National Park.
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By the time it came to the edge of the Forest,
the stream had grown up, so that it was
almost a river, and, being grown-up,
it did not run and jump and sparkle along as it used
to do when it was younger, but moved slowly.
For it knew now where it was going, and
it said to itself, "There is no hurry.
We shall get there some day."
- Benjamin Hoff, The Tao of Pooh
The rain is plentious but, by God's decree,
Only a third is meant for you and me;
Two-thirds are taken by the growing things
Or vanish Heavenward on vapour's wings:
Nor does it mathematically fall
With social equity on one and all.
The population's habit is to grow
In every region where the water's low:
Nature is blamed for failings that are Man's,
And well-run rivers have to change their plans.
- Sir Alan Herbert, Water
I have never seen a river that I could not love. Moving water...
has a fascinating vitality.
It has power and grace and it has a thousand colors and a thousand shapes.
Rivers are magnets for the imagination,
for conscious pondering and subconscious dreams.
Stare into the moving water and be captivated by the reflections of our lives.