I like the way your words flow. Even though I did not understand what I read and I am sure my words would mean little as well. Still I heard you and I say this to you:

how can few men know the knowledge borne for many
how can the rivers know the water bourne by sea
how has the water of the ocean found there way into the rivers of the land
and rivers don't know the truth of their birth

winding through the plains not knowing its origin
winding through the plains and not knowing its own path
coursing without knowledge of its own future and knowing its course to th sea
how have the waters falling from the falls have taken the plunge on faith
The plunging rivers and foaming falls and then a quite path
down to basin and seemingly quite on the top

taking away the mountain tops
sanding away the hardest of rocks
quietly moving away from the peaks
swishing and swirling it only speaks

how would a sane man know
that the quite emptying in the ocean was all snow
the melting ice was once water too
who would know the that before it like clouds it flew