This rivulet of Life,
a little stream,
trickled into Being
for purpose unknown-
A few dry patches,
cobbled beds,
some rocky patches,
then mighty grown-
White flecked,
red churning,
sparkling blue,
green reflections deep-
A piece of sky,
some rainbows there,
cloud softened
tree patterns creep-
Meandering through
the faults,
and crashing past
jutting rocks of Time-
Seeking ever,
unsure of banks,
its Mate, the Sea,
to find-
This rivulet of Life
to significance grows,
Finding itself and its Mate,
Into Itself it flows…