Like a River...

Life is like a river
And we move as it flows...
Bending with the currents,
Rippling over the paths it cuts;
Stealing the colour of the sky,
And the glory of the sun,
In its liquid mirror.

Twisting and turning it flows...
Reaching onwards,
Grazing the soil beneath it
With glassy fingers;
Kissing the breeze that blows
Freely above it;

Always moving, always coursing
Around the next bend,
Across new banks,
Tasting the freshness of tomorrow...
Charting its own course
Towards the embracing ocean
To join its proud waves.

Yet always,
it carries in each drop....
memories
of the beauty it has lived,
and the times it has seen,
and the tears it has left
along its way.