#thewordlight
Fresh and so pure, from the mountains I rise,
Melting down the glaciers, by the graces so bright.
Tracing paths of nature, the soil I carry;
Not knowing boundaries, claiming nature's glory.
What mistake was mine, for the path I made,
Is not by choice, but by travel I gain.
Giving is my nature, water so pure;
I see no name or breed, life is all I need.
Unending I flow, between mountains and seas;
Stop not my path, my fury you will see.
I nourish your soil and nurture your food,
Bring you your soul, sinking down the throat.
Let me flow my way, for its not yours to define;
I giving along my path, no matter what.
I don't charge you for my service, its my duty I've pledged;
Don't stop me from my doing, disaster will I r eturn.
When nature is so generous, why be selfish you human;
It's not yours or theirs, my path is my choice.
Feeding is my nature, flooding is too.
Don't make my eye tear, for generations you will fear.
-thewordlight
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 1:29 AM UTC