Trickle To Cascade

When winter’s icy hold, has started to withdraw And new life’s first emerging and snow begins to thaw And icicles start melting, forming droplets as they go To gather on the ground beneath and slowly start to flow Trickling gently down the hillside with barely any sound As they weave and wind and merge making rivulets on the ground Growing larger by the minute as they quicken up the pace Getting louder with their chattering as they rush to win the race Tumbling into streams that run murmuring around the blocks Babbling and burbling, coursing swiftly over rocks Gathering momentum as they hurry along the course Getting ever stronger, with more vigor and more force Now a raging river, both mighty and so wide Rushing to the ocean, to meet her rising tide Streaming over heights of a sheer steep, rocky ledge Thundering and a roaring as it topples from the edge Steaming and a spraying as it hits a deep round pool Crystal clear waters that are fresh and clean and cool Surging further on, as it reaches to the sea Gentle as an angel or as wild and fully free