Epic Salmon Run

Nature's script for the Salmon
is but the clue for the Saint
Both swim the fiord in common
The gauntlet voyage sail
 
Life is a brave march to death
To give that others may live
Death to self is too deep
Shallow minds know no such give
 
Predators lurk cool waters
As bandits with a rear zeal
Making the end worthy
From death to life, the perfect steal
 
Life is a march through death
Who would gain the crown of life?
But he or she who would dear
To ride hope's great lift
 
If we would live tomorrow
We need only sow today
Amid the callus of our own sorrow
Even if harsh forever is the way
 
To die to self in order to live
is never the way of the proud
It's the living way of true love
The true force against the press
 
The Saint and the Salmon
Must swim against the tied
Death holds for both in common
The valor victory for the tried