Seeing the End

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