The Current That Comes Streaming Down

The current comes streaming down The road as I tread the steep. In the past I used to frown Upon this carver of ravines deep. Today it's a trickling stream But it's how ravines are born To quell which takes many a team Or to the sea chunks of earth are borne! Water needs to run downhill; And it does so beautifully. Surely, no one can show ill will To things that work so adorably! Ours being a mount'nous land, We must just counsel ourselves And adopt a softer stand With the ways in which nature behaves! Am I charmed by this torrent That is coursing down the road And saying it's innocent While it gnaws away at our abode?