A River's Autobiograghy

I was born at great heights, For the peak of morning rays and the glacial snowy nights , I never listen to my parents nor their way, And when my mother holds me I escape and melt away, At the verge of pride I fall, Like a giant silvery foaming waterfall, With huge sound and lustrous array, I pound the rocks with bubbles of spray, Always showing my blue and white smiles I travel long and long miles, From a frisky satin shower To a turbulent young river, Sometimes I run under your feet like a acquifer, And sometimes over your head - along the hillside of peach and juniper, I am swift, I am rapid and now a women of magnificent features, With bends and curves called beautiful meanders, Shhhhh! I have fallen in love and my man name is Tributary, We joined at confluence with slow dilatory, And now I am a Mother – mother of countless tiny rivulets Forming a whimsical family living in a small hamlet Sometimes when angry I cut off a loop for wrong, Shortening the channel and forming a billabong. My anger travels deeper and deeper for long Leading to gorges and grand canyon, I work from dawn to dusk without rest, And carry on my back minerals and alluvium rust, I have promised to deposit them on the banks Not the commercial one but the river banks, Alongside the bed of a river, creek, or stream. Marsh, swamp, slough estuaries of beautiful dreams After much travel I decide to retire as deltas Even at senectitude I look like evergreen esmerelda, My journey finally ends in touching the feet of Poseidon, The Olympian God of the Oceans and king of the sea lions When I turn back to see my own travel, I have crossed so many floods and baffles, But still I have provided fertile Agricultural lands, And served as habitats for ubiquitous freshwater animals and plants Although a river I keep moving even if I fall, Why not humans who are the best creation of all. 22 May, 2016