I wonder if as we pushed nature back
We didn't build these streams of rolling cars
To fashion us the rivers that we lacked
The waves massage my thoughts from here to there
And extricate my feelings from their sneak
The architects, it seems, had been aware
That the view was too compelling on it's feet
Curved continuum of water 'round the wheel
To play it's ancient magic on my head
Then finally this voodoo at my heels
When breathing, I traverse the riverbed
