Analysis of Why All Rivers Flow That Way

A river thrives with its tributary,
To pursue and course its destiny.
Unwaveringly obedient to its cause;
Earnestly it flows by nature’s laws.

All rivers bend, mustered with flush,
O’er rocky pathways, they will gush.
Flowing sometimes straight, with a rush;
And at other times, with a gentle hush.

Obedient always to a purposeful quest,
Ever moving onward, without rest.
Why do all rivers flow that way?
That is the call of nature’s play.

From hills or mountains rivers descend,
Winding their way, steadily they wend.
Ever flowing towards the sea;
All rivers seeking to be free.

Cycling o’er the land as a living force,
Of potential hydro-electrical source.
For power drainage, and for food;
For building homes from forest wood.

Providing many recreational needs,
Rivers deliver us their good deeds.
Highland birds, insects and fish;
They, too, follow a river’s rushing swish.

Mammals of various types often roam by,
With a host of birds to sweep the sky.
Rivers meandering, make their bend;
Hikers exploring,  curious to find their end.

Some rivers flow with tidal mouth,
Some having basins awfully stout.
Some with tributaries that form lakes;
Some as waterfalls with rushing quakes.

Some as marshes, or a flood plain,
Some offering shelter; for animal grain.
Some with delta, a city planner’s delight;
For nation building, where populations alight.

A river is a tributary for human life,
Nature’s offering to diminish strife.
A wellspring for the human soul;
To flourish and to make things whole.

A river thrives with its tributary,
To pursue and course its destiny.
Unwaveringly obedient to its cause;
Earnestly it flows by nature’s laws.