Birth of a River

BIRTH OF A RIVER (b) Have the vision, to climb the mountain top. You have the strength, to navigate life. Through planes, valleys, ravines and rugged path. The treacherous slope, of the mountain face. Conquer the pinnacle. Look below the planes, ravines and valleys beneath. And in awe behold, the mysteries of life. The journey has ended. Your joy, triumphant, over obstacles, you have surpassed. Journey has just begun. You take the leap of faith. Like the rivers conceived, On the Mountain top. Dew drops that gather , on the leaves; kissed by the night. Trickle to the ground, they gather to rejoice, your triumph over; tribulations of life. A million drops; by ten million times. Form trickles that entwine. transform trickles to a rivulet. At first they gently flow The synergies embrace, and entwine with hope. Ecstasy of the journey, Filled with exhilaration, ahead. The bliss of freedom cannot, be described, by words alone. Venting her fury on mother earth, as she erodes her surface. Scarring and bruising her vanity, that will perpetually exist. In her passion she dictates, the course of her path. Destroying all that; obstructs her surge. Creating a amazing; work of art, the Canyon. When all streams merge and conjoin . Dreams realized . She finally becomes; Paramount , a river in spate. Making her mark in every move. Destroying those in her path. Till there is no respite, she then bifurcates, into tributaries at the delta, calming herself of her spate. Gently mingling with mother earth, she carries a part of memoirs. Journey finally ending. She joins her beloved, The Sea welcomes; her with open arms. From where she was conceived. Natures cycle of life.