The Stream
Heathen57
The stream flows
Always moving,
Toward it’s final goal,
And such is life.
At times moving swift,
As in its infancy,
Running clear and sweet,
As a child is want to do
Before time starts to burden.
Running now with more force
Gathering more power
Like wisdom and experience
For the child growing older,
Will the stream remain clear and bright
As it winds its way to the sea?
Or will it become sullied by the dirt
It passes along its way.
For now the stream becomes a river,
And the child becomes a man,
Both gathering their burdens
As the cut their own special path.
The river completes its course,
And the man walks his final path.
The cycle is complete now,
The journey complete at last.
But the cycle is never ending,
For the spirit never dies
And like the sparkling waters,
We shall walk new path and new lives.