Like a River 　川のように People say that life is like a river. Some are long and others are short. Some are wide and others are narrow. One day rain waters the river the life with beautiful quiet drops Another day rain destroys the river with tremendous fierce power. My river, I was narrow and running hurry. I seemed to be very energetic and ambitious. Sometimes the fish inside might have been hurt with strong stream and no one came by for water. One day I was going to be dried, looked up the sky and cried asking for water. Next day it didn’t rain either. A small poor bird came from somewhere and asked for water even though I was going to die. I endured and stayed there to help the life of the small bird. He became cheerful and flied away. I was almost faint and looking at his beautiful back. It was as if I had a dream. Three days later, finally it rained. It watered my thirst and washed away my arrogance, tiring and sadness. The pure drops wrapped around me softly and tenderly. I got my life back and heard the small bird's whispering in my ear. "To live is to give your love out and let others in." I’d like to be a river at which a small bird or a big eagle would take a rest, ask for some water and fly away and come back again if necessary. Where there is love, I’ll be there.