Long, long ago, before a pair of feet had walked the Earth,
Before any beast or living thing had even taken birth,

Fresh and nascent as a dewdrop on a bud was the Earth,
Unspoiled, unpolluted, undisturbed, unperturbed.

The gentle rain poured down and washed the Earth efficiently,
A tiny pool on a mountaintop looked up inquiringly.

Helpless and obedient to the laws of gravity,
It roller-coasted down the slope breathless and dizzy.

Reaching the wide plains, in amazement it found,
It was swollen beyond measure and was thankful to slow down.

The little stream had grown so large; its own size made it shiver,
With its cool and deep blue body, it was the very first river.

It had its colours and its moods that changed with every season
Though just like you and I, it sometimes acted without reason.

On sunny days it splashed and sparkled, frothy liquid gold,
Rich warmth in every drop- too dazzling to behold.

On rainy days it raged and stormed with thunderous angry cries,
It burst its banks and ran amuck, a viper in disguise.

On silvery winter nights, patience beyond compare,
A cool flat mirror for the moon, no hint of fury there.

It swirled and curled and wound around, rolled restlessly along,
In search of some companionship it sang its lonely song.

It roamed the earth for some deserving spot to lay its head,
Yet finding none to match its force, meandered on instead.

As you know persistence pays, seek and you will find,
The Earth has all the answers; it’s just a matter of time.

Distant rumbling soon became a reverberating sound
That sent ripples to its heart, and shock waves to the ground.

Endless miles of booming water blowing spray and foam,
The humble river bowed its head and knew it had come home.

The long and arduous journey had reached its fruitful end,
In the mighty roaring ocean, the river found its friend.

That’s precisely why the first river flowed down to the sea,
Nature’s lasting tale of friendship that occurs repeatedly.