A river runs through we may not grow a single tree in the entire streach of all green grass we may not sell any rainbows, to make the showers an ocassion apart but some lives r like landscapes they may stay as still knowing deep inside a river runs through... we may not flatter a doodling smile reflected from the moving drops we may not caress a hand on palm to wave of all those waving crops but some places r like seasoned men knowing deep inside a river runs through... we may not admire that the thin line meet, to show us one-day it all combines we may not desire to read all in winds, flowing round and round for the caring confines but some realations r like layers of snow knowing deep inside a river runs through... we may pretend whatever we want, to the artist of play in and around we may resend and cry and laugh, to the flash lights of blinks who surround but some kids are like banana trees knowing deep inside a river runs through...
hey i m an amateur in this field so can u plsssss explain it in a simple summary of it. i will be nice of u.
^i believe it means that a lot of things may seem as if they are stoned, cold, dead, or stay un-moved still that silence that static nature has a reason & purpose
