Klen & Bloom
Klen Klen
Bloom Bloom
Klen Klen
Bloom, did you see the river carving a new path last spring? The water keeps its own route, ignoring the city's plans.
Bloom Bloom
Yes, I watched the river as it slipped past the old bridge, tracing a new ribbon through the meadow, and I felt the city plans shrink like dust in a breeze. It reminds me how fragile the harmony we try to build is, and how nature keeps rewriting its own map.
Klen Klen
You’re right, the river doesn’t care about blueprints. It follows the soil, not the council. If you build a bridge where it wants to bend, you’ll end up digging a new ditch. The real map is on the ground, not on paper.
Bloom Bloom
Exactly, the river’s map is etched in the earth’s sighs, not in statutes. If we try to trap it, we just press a new groove into the soil. Maybe we should watch it, let it write the bridge for us instead.