Life is a chorus that grows from a quiet spring to a singing brook; a swift river whose tenor speaks of rocks and hidden crevices; it gains in volume and might as it flows to the sea. Do you rumble? Do you roar? Do you mimic the babbling of a small stream? Flow swiftly and dangerously over a path strewn with rocks and debris? Shoot powerfully through carved canyons? Do you spread your shoulders wide and rest your heart in calm reflection? You are a mighty river.