Beautiful Lines

 As I glanced at the river, I thought of the fight with my brother.

The river moved so gently until, a big boulder splashed in the middle, and as it stayed, it built up more and more water.

I thought back to the moment of sadness I had. I thought that maybe if I just apologize, not caring who's fault it was, the stuck boulder would flow out of the river, and become gentle once more.