The River

The genesis of your being
mighty river blue
are raindrops from a cerulean sky
or a wellspring from the bowels
of the earth . . .

From snowflakes which have fallen
upon majestic mountain ranges
melting into tiny streams
which grow into unbounded creeks
searching for a home . . .

Trickling, flowing, gushing forth in ripples
from a gurgling, babbling brook
lunging towards an ocean
in rushing, surging rivulets . . .

To become a capacious sea
floating among the stars
among the dolphins, fish and whales
and a variety of sea life
thriving in a watery world . . .

Which is your destiny, and your
destination . . .

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