A String Line Show

In a riverine theatrics,
I witness a rapid flow:

Stream water rumbles a squirt,
in densely dance, a full swing
as this piece
flowed down river
with no sense
of haste.

I saw a tiny thread,
in an omniscient show!
No skit can write
this wonder
an inkling
or so.

But
I saw it tireless
in a gentle water
play.

No eloquence.

But
an underplay
of unknown
wonders!

A beauty.

Yet to me:
a string line
thread
may mean a life
or death
spread.