She is a River

Teensy- weensy trickle down the gully,
O'er the moss carpet, where Aster chats with Lily.                             

Drips and dribbles, oozes and seeps

The laughing child spills and sips.
Down the hills and under the fern,
Voices her thoughts at every turn.
From spring to stream changes her shape,
Goes a long way down to the cape.
With wolffia , waterthyme , bass and cod,
Golden perch and hyacinth odd.
River broadens down at the plains
With time, knowledge and wisdom gains.
Listens to all the prayers and tales
Smiles at life and the death wails.
A woman now and a mother caring,
Overflowing at times, for tasks more daring.
 

At last she enters the final stage,
Wiser yet weaker, a challenging age.
With a load quite heavy, it turns and winds
Follows the bends of maturer minds.
Cleanses every body and soul,
The grim and dirt take their toll.
The old lady now with steps faltering
Seeks refuge in the ocean- in kind fostering.