They are the only ones that can captivate me. I am one of few who explore them. Two eternal rivers with cool water and endless changes. Two who last forever. Two crossing marvels that will and have been forever. From where ever we are we hear them, but not everybody listens.

Their power is known. They race gallons every second. They take life, drowning and crushing, and give life, supplying home and hydration. This is how they last.

Long after one is forgotten they roar like lions, each with its own dangers. Rush, rush, rush, rivers do when I wish. They continue.

When you and I are long gone and our names have been said for the last time, the rivers will continue. When there is nothing left that we remember. Two who could not be tamed. Two who have seen many things come and go. Two whose only constant is eternal being.