I am a raging river fed by rain. I flow hard against rocks and logs. I flood my banks in the springtime and I seep into valleys. I catch leaves and seeds during the fall, and I deposit them southward. I drift along slowly in the winter. I feed creeks and mountain streams and greedy bears and hungry fisherman and I brought the Grand Canyon down on it's knees. I am the lifeblood of the mountain.
You can find me in the sweet nectar of the desert cactus.