LOVE is like a River

There are those that say, “Poetry has long gone forgotten and dead”. And I told them, "Yes it will be, but only when the world no longer breathe”. Because for as long as the wind blows, there will be sound; when there is water there will be flowing rivers that care and give reason to live; for as long as the earth exists, there will be life. There will be hope, there will be poetry, and there will be prayer for God, the Supreme Poet that speaks with rhythm and rhyme."

smoke on the water