River, a moving landscape, has no fixity, moves from one place to the other, and takes the shape of the place where it flows.
River submerges into the sea, to become a part of humanity.
River is nature, as forests and mountains are, but river is not a forest or a mountain, it is not dense or sparse, it is deep or shallow, dry or flooded.
One doesn’t ride a mountain of life, or roams in the forest of life, one crosses the river of life.
Time is a river of passing events.