I want to be like water
I'll never need a doctor
And I can carve the Earth without any tools
With my imagination
Meanders form an equation
Maybe with some patience
Home to an oxbow trench
Be happy when it rains
Sediments in a floodplain
Receding tides will ingrain
Two ridges of levees
Will the low tides holster
and crash against the coastal
And form a notch in the cracks?
When the cliff is formed
then the shore is to be born
A plane below the bay
