Meditator strolled by the river bank.
Nearby, bobbed a floating coconut.
Weeks passed, he revisited the spot.
Weather dried up, river bank receded.
Coconut now lay nested on soft soil,
Sprouting a lush frond filled sapling.
Meditator contemplated the scene,
"How far has the river carried you,
To your destined sprouting patch?
How far does life's river carry us,
To sprout on destined fertile soil?