The river of life

Everything flows within the river.
Oh, mother of god, what have you done?
All the flowers, fire burns within them,
life builds up in the smallest blocks.
You see a garden with a crick
and think to your self I wish I could be rich.

Two white Ardeas walking throw the grass.
Why are they together like us?
Realty is a lot like a web of trust,
instead of cat and mice, let us build something nice.