It flows on.
A river so reckless in its youth,
Hasty, sharp and vigorous,
Cutting through narrow passes,
Waves roaring to the opposing rocks,
Shattering them into countless pieces,
Scattered in the raging tide.
The gentle sunlight shining through,
The crystal clear waters.
Then it slows and broaden its banks.
The volume of its water increasing,
At a gentle, steady pace.
Many other branches intersect,
Many weary travellers and wayfarers, farmers and their brethren,
Join in to praise the river's might.
Great fish glide through its waters,
Completing nature's cycle.
But hidden truths do cower behind;
Those small fragments of rocks,
Now larger in number,
A heavy burden to heave downwards.
The sunlight
that caste its light on the river,
Its reflection fading.
The waters grow murky,
As more people grow dependant.
The skies often bring a downpour,
Allowing the usually soft creature,
To lash out like a terrible snake,
And engulf all that surrounds it,
That use it thanklessly,
Who pollute it and abuse it.
There are no more reflections of light,
There is no longer a speedy course,
The rocks and mud depositing,
Blocking the once mighty river's flow.
Its divisions growing larger,
Its current now still.
It sighs, 'It must be time for me to end,'
And readies itself for its new step,
Into the open sea.
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Iman Ahmed
IMANTHEAWESOME7
Monday 19th October 2015
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