The boat sets out gently propelled,
By the currents of time,
Making its way towards a meandering
River. The currents draw it onward,
Inexorably towards faster waters.

Past shoals and rapids ever forward,
Pausing only to embark a companion,
To share the voyage. Strange lands glide past,
Exotic landscapes where one companion departs,
Only to be replaced by another.

Ever faster flowing past an unending vista of other shores,
The endless voyage becomes a drab monotony,
Tired and used the boat despairs,
Of ever finding peace and tranquility,
A place to rest its weary head.

The river becomes a tranquil lake,
Slowly it draws to shore to rest its weary hulk,
Moored under a tree it looks around,
A stranger approaches it lifts its head and smiles,
Welcome says the stranger, welcome and be mine.