The ocean builds slowly, never abrupt. The stream is erratic, not like the ocean. But till this day it is understood, The ocean is with us till Earths rain shall end. The streams will feed it from bend to bend. For a few vibrant streams to feed from above.
Streams are erratic their future unsure.
The love of the ocean does surely endure. But there is no ocean without its streams. That is the tale of the loveliest dreams. Of true love found without a doubt, A stream that runs without a drought. But this isn't how love is to be.