This is not my poem, but my mom's. It was written for me and it has touched me so I've translated it here roughly in the hopes that...it will speak to you too.
If water runs it gathers no moss.
It's when water runs that it finds its way.
It's because water runs that you hear its voice.
As it runs, it joins others waters,
multiples, rushing forth, flowing strong,
becoming a big body of water in front
of which nothing
can stand!