The River of life

The mountain ice gave birth to a river
Crystal clear down rapids that were an ecstasy
Of ****** pleasure smoothing rocks  
Foaming of joy let it never stop do it again
The stones said.
But some waterfalls were not so silver-tongued
Ending in eddies of resentment.
The water became corrupted by overuse as it
Reached lowland of temptation
A wide flood running slowly towards the ocean
Where it will be clear again and regain its innocence
Alas, it cannot make the journey once more.