A mere trickle seeping from the damp ground, Through moss and weed and limestone rock, No need to hurry
Time is on my side.
But now the incline is steeper, I move a little faster
I am joined by other streams Also going downwards.
Together we hurry, onwards, Forming small pools
With eddys and swirls
Flow and counter flow.
Stronger and swifter,
Tumbling stones and small rocks Foaming round boulders
In full spate now.
We gyrate, twist and wheel,
Until with a surge
We catapult over the lip of the crag Worn smooth by years of flow,
And down down into the basin Made deep by years of pounding. Satisfied at last, we draw a breath And flow onward to our destiny As a broad and beautiful river.
In the verdant valley below