A Different Flight- Part 2

And one such lone rubble rose, dusted off and assumed its pose, started its tour, reaching its pace, dancing through wind for river to embrace. On first leap it talked to the winds, whispering swiftly then moving on, landing touch to the surface haze but avoid going directly inside this maze. On first touch it made the river blush, secondly it kissed to cherish their hush, third touch just couldn't plug as river permanently glued their hug. Submerging itself into river flair, descended inwards onto path it declare, drifting with the flow it passed blue line, remixing well with the drops that realign. Meanwhile the river thirsts for more, inviting many more remnants therefore. Opening her arms to let slide in, boulders which she might unpin. Hence river attempts to form a flood, allowing these remnants to roll through mud, River's greed thus enables her to quench the lust she has for all that she clench. And each pebble carves ripples to flow or effects that fold the layers below. They all get accepted by river's love, with smile that wrinkles on surface above. But still there's a lot more I fail to tell, including the marbles that never fell or glass plates that we rarely throw or sand underneath reflecting the river's glow. Yet I want to convey the importance of- a single rubble that choose to shove, unique destiny previously unseen, building a path that's never been. To become a side stone that climbs up slope, for river to let bloom inside this vase. Calls each heir devoted to swell in lieu, on a journey that others never knew. Yet like all this fall is fixed, a cliche made through reoccurring mix. As all become part of the grand carpet, it must also rest on this river bed. Still I wish I could throw just one such stone, finding with it new places otherwise forgone. And try to change what's normal for it, yet enjoy failing to accomplish such fit.