River

I am a river with the strength of sky and earth; Once, a stream who deemed to play every day since birth; Just a small ripple, a trickle, under the sun; With nothing to do but bubble, giggle and run. Now, I am a river; grown, wider, wiser, with time. In youth, I sought truth, alone in snow coated pine; So long ago, it all seems to float like a dream; Drifting, fond memories of my life as a stream. Yes, I am a river, strong and free, yet I wonder; Why am I destined so boldly to wander? Why do I meander? Why do I turn and twist? There are no answers; even to why I exist! I am a river; and very proud that I am! Nothing blocks my way for long; not even a dam. The stubborn rocks and rubble on my course or path Are all swepth aside by the force of my wrath. I am a river that only Earth, itself, can stop! I will roll on and on until the day I drop, Rushing, cascading into blue lake or the sea, Where sun or God will renew and recycle me! 14/Sep'/2006