I found an arrowhead,
In the mud,
On the riverbank,
And I thought about how,
The heavy rains,
Had given the river to rise,
And then,
When it receded,
The washed up relic settled.
If I hadn’t found it,
Never would it have been,
An experience,
Just an old arrowhead,
Buried in times turmoil,
And my fortune, Would be less. – Sinz