When the river reaches the sea, it loses its identity .It is thinned beyond recognition, sadly it flows no more ,maybe occasionally tossed against the shore.During the ride on the way down,it never wore a frown,past the rocks the trees the many flowers the animals it saw that came to cool down ,to be refreshed and for life.It shared with them gladly,Now that it has passed, it misses them sadly.It was sometimes cold then rarely warm, it some days ran fast then other days it ran slow,and for a short while it ran through some snow,but now it no longer flows. It gives no life it has no strife, if it could do it again ,it wouldn't think twice,to do it all again would be twice as nice.But it had its time and now it is past,it paid so little attention it all went so fast.It did not know it would not last ,so long ,so long my friend.