THE RIVER OF LIFE.
The pure crystal clear water of a newborn river,
Springs from Mother Earth,
Trickling oh so gently, as a teardrop would trickle from a child’s cheek.
As she makes her way down from the mountains and hills,
She becomes older, deeper and wider with each confluence.
The river now adopts a mood of silence, still and serene, like a moon kissed lake on a windless night.
The gently flowing river now falls with a thunderous roar, as she cascades down into a spinning whirling pool
Of thrashing confusion, and mist’s of swirling spray.
The River is wilder now and flows away rapidly, over, and around anything that stands in her way.
Nothing can halt her progress, not even mans feeble attempts, she is now unstoppable, beyond control.
At last she mature’s and is lost within the Oceans and seas of the World.
Rivers help give life to our Earth including ourselves, they are Natures gift to man and we love them.
I have stood transfixed in awe at their stunning beauty,