Not tamed

by joetwo

Onwards flows the stream

A reddish-brown artery through the landscape

Sometimes sluggish and low

And others a raging torrent

Constrained but not tamed

By futile gestures of walls and dams

Efforts to prevent the inevitable

Doomed to failure

For in the end, when time is through

The water goes where it wants

No work of man can stop it

Prevent the flow of nature.