From Source to Sea
From source to sea
The river has many faces.
Chuckling lightly as fast flowing
Over rocks it glistens in the sun
Perpetual motion, sliding, gliding,
Smiling. A constant ray of hope.
Over the edge it tumbles in turmoil,
A wild swirling dance,
Free from the rocks, the river bed,
Plunging in silence through space.
Roaring with laughter, it crashes below,
Shattering into a myriad of twinkling drops,
Rainbow glints in the spray
Permanent creation and recreation.
Drifting into deep dark pools,
The drops collect in reflections of the past,
Mirrors of the distant sky
Serenity, peace …
From source to sea
The river has many faces
But they are one.