Perspective 1
The river rushed by- much too quickly, it seemed. It never stopped to enjoy where it was, never slowed to admire the beauty of the flowers growing along its banks. Soon enough those flowers would be gone, like so much in life. There was never time to enjoy everything that was. No matter how one tried it just� disappeared, like the leaves that the water carried. They were there, and then in the blink of an eye, they were gone and some new debris had come into sight. That�s all it was- debris. Shattered remnants of what it once was, carried quickly away by the current. Like the dam upstream. It had been built years before- had been magnificent- and now all that remained was a few chunks of rock. It had outlived its purpose and been left to the whim of the river. The leaves that were now floating under the bridge had probably never dreamed they would one day be swept away so easily, not they, who had been part of the mighty oak that stood so tall and strong above the river. But they had. In the end, their stature hadn�t mattered; it was just that frail grip on the foundations of their reality that had made any difference. Now with that gone, they were insignificant, fragile, soon to be gone, washed onto some unfamiliar shore and left to decay back into the earth.
Perspective 2
The river swirled by, quickly passing, rushing around obstacles. Nothing stopped it. It was right that the river should flow there and so it did, regardless of the attempts of outsiders to stop it. There were the remnants of a dam in sight upstream, washed out by the might of the water. That small river, with the help of that dam, had once powered the entire town. Amazing that so simple a thing could have so profound an effect on the world. At least, on the world that mattered most- the here and now. And here and now was already different than it had been just minutes before. The river had already changed, had moved on to newer and perhaps better things. There was new water flowing around the base of the bridge, carrying new treasures, sweeping them off to be a part of the new reality that was to come. Who knew where the river would take them? Maybe to the next cove, just out of sight. Or maybe it would carry them to the ocean, where they would be taken even farther, to warm islands in the tropics, or unimagined places, where everything was different. So many possibilities.