Analysis of River

Your wrathful current rushes
through the narrow gorge
and past boulders it brushes
where your destructive path is forged

People are swept by your rage
trapped in your undertow
where only death will assuage
and death, you will bestow

You continue through all this
until you plummet into a lake
so serene, so sound, it is bliss.
But clouds take you back, stormy and opaque

And the cycle will reprise
without any demise.