Like a river raging in its course
With no stoppable power on earth
A salmon battling up stream 
fighting through the angry water
For what end.....
To die, to never make the trip back?
With each new brillant day
The sun sprays the world with a watercolored kiss
I am reminded that we are so very small
The problems we face hour to hour
Will be buried in the dust of our passing
We have a choice I have come to know
Either we fight the angry water
Exhausting our final trip
Or we can exult in the clean cool water
Thankful that we are making the trip at all