The River's Journey

I began in a mountain

just a youngster, trapped

in a small spring, it was like

being in a cage

I was seething with rage.

I longed to be free

to go as I wish

to feel the air

be everywhere.

My dream.

Suddenly I changed

to a young river

I was released

springing, racing

down waterfalls and rapids

venting my wrath

on any stone daring to be in my way.

Picking up stones and with all

my might, throwing them back to the brink.

Stopping at nothing

raging round meanders

shouting at everything.

Slowly I changed

to a middle aged river.

I became more sensible and calm

still wrathful, but less so.

I lazily floated along

propelling myself

giggling with glee as

fish jump in and out of me.

Frogs on lilypads, tickling my tummy

as friendly as can be.

I bump up and down gently

floating happily, watching my freedom sail by.

I am now an old age river

bumping over rocks

laughing as I go.

Remembering old times

funny times, sad times

then I catch a glimpse

and laugh out loud with joy

I see it shining in the sun

the white topped waves gleam,

the sea, glowing in the crimson sunset,

My home.