Ode To a River

River flowing down round rocks, boulders and fallen trees. Born at the mountain top, after the winter freeze Snow and ice melting feeding, the little river’s thirst. Clear pure crystal waters flowing downward after being nursed. Many obstacles in its path as if attempting to slow its progress. But the little river now is stronger, and full of hope and faithfulness. Downward, downward its mother waiting patiently. Struggling and fighting to be free, as the water rises sagaciously. Overcoming obstacles the little river grows in size. As long as there is hope, there’s no need to compromise. Breaking down the barriers for it will not surrender. Downward, downward flowing for it is now a fierce contender. Other obstacles up ahead, tell it to stop and rest. But the river rushes forward for no one can impede its quest. It did not heed the words and pounding dirt and mud away, the river fought and wrestle, with all the filth and decay. Downward, downward it went, for now it felt its mother near. It now sees a glimpse of her, and knows it had persevere. At last the river saw its mother’s face and open smile. The sea’s arms opened and the waves rejoiced, to see and feel its juvenile