River-run, run, run, run.

Climb up onto the bridge and look down into the sparkling water. See how it runs!
Climb down into the water and wash your feet in it and see your face reflected. In years to come, you will come here and watch the bubbles froth and distort your once-beauty. Still the waters and soft your face until it resembles nothing more than a crescent of shine. How beautiful!

Swirl it with your fingers and watch the spinning eyes. They falter that dip in here. Blue crystal, it is so chill to watch it disappear. The soft clinging of it around the tip. Still wedded to the depths.

Pebbles roll and render the banks to nothing. Silty, yet fresh as ever. Rubbing up against minnows, your noses darting. Banks and beds. It's more like the old you, the passion and the fire it brings after reading the depths. Keep up the dark heeds, needs.