River?

The ball of snow,

Rolled down the sky

It melted to the warmth,

To keep her alive

Hidden in the spring

Yet she was naïve

Young she was, she was rapid

She fell so often off the cliffs

She saw within

In the muddy stream

The world saw deep within

In water that was clean

And how did she know

At the same time

To reflect the world

The heat of season

Took away a bit

But one never stopped

Giving back what it took

She froze for a while

To the cold waves

But the days passed by

She took her hold

Once upon a time

Artist came on the shore

He bent down to see

What is deep inside of her

He saw himself there

A bit more clear