Damn

Rivers meet
The ocean
Unaware
Of their start.

Their birth,
The glacier's
Worth
Isn't any less
A piece of art.

Its only when
They begin
To flow
They begin
To spread life
But would
They know
Their responsibilities
Or every little
Fight
They put up
With the rocks
And trees
On the way

Quarreling rapids
With sounds astray

Curving rocks
Into pebbles
Hills into levels
Freedom into rebels
When order repels them,
The 'damned' rivers.