The Stream

The stream

I tell thee the story of a stream
Thou can consider it as a little child’s dream
She emerged from a fountain
Appeared like a streak on the mountains
She collected droplets on her way
But her clear waters sprinkled all the rays
Slowly as she travelled circuitous lengths
She kept growing in her strengths
Convinced even the mountains to share their soil
She prepared the grounds for human toil
Joined by others she became vast
Reaching the plains, a river at last
She could make out the land was parched
Distributed her waters as she marched
As she reached the final phases of her journey
She became even more calm
She moved forward to join the ocean
Who stood with open arms.
Such is the mystery of everything in life
The surface may seem openly revealed
But only gradually and in steps is the philosophy unveiled.