River of Life
By. Prashant SolomonWritten on August 9, 1995
Deep inside a glacier, the River of Life sleeps;
Through the melting ice it is born, but it weeps!
Through the mountain high it learns to walk, pure as love and light;
Through the foot-hills it learns of things that are not always good in sight!
Through the plains, it meanders; now it's full grown;
The River makes little rivers of it's own!
Into the delta it goes, full of dirt and soil;
To reach this delta has been a journey of great toil!
As it reaches the Ocean;
It sees it's entire life in slow motion!
Then it evaporates and goes into the sky;
Not even given a chance to say, 'Good bye!'
No more dirt and no more flow;
High up into the Light it must go!
Mixing with other rivers that have come up too;
It is like a ship with a large crew!
A voice was heard saying, 'It is about to rain';
Falling down on another glacier... the River of Life is born again!
