Rivers Run Together

Our lives are like rivers,
Each with their own destination
But inevitably they intersect,
Causing much interaction

In the end we form a body,
Connected and whole
But some seek to pollute the stream
Do most have a soul?

We are the water,
Unending and strong
Oblivious to the world,
But sensing no wrong

Beauty in flexibility,
But with evil as a possibility
Fire in the water,
To create panic and disorder
Some seek to pollute the stream
But do most have a soul?