Rivers

Rivers hardly ever run in a straight line.
Rivers are willing to take 10 thousand meanders and enjoy everyone and grow from everyone.
When Rivers leave a meander, they are always bigger than when they entered it.
When Rivers meet an obstacle, they do not try to run it over. They merely go around but they always get to the other side.
Rivers accept things as they are. They conform to the shape they find the world in, yet nothing changes things more than rivers.
Rivers move even mountains into the sea.
Rivers hardly ever are in a hurry. Yet is there anything more likely to reach the point it sets out for than a river?