Ebb and Flow

I am the bumbling brook, bouncing back and forth

my waters chilled, frosted from the winters up North

I grow stronger as season expires further, day by day

traveling from home ever farther, a ways away

I am the cautious creek, curiously trickling along
finally finding my rhythm, my flow begins its song
muster strength as I earn my path, turn by turn
new knowledge at every pass, learn and learn

I am the steady stream, so straight and so swift
even while so young, I bring bountiful gifts
cause I collect mama's tears, drip by drip
and wash away the sins of man, bit by bit

I am the rumbling river, my rampage roars
my rapids splinter rocks, be weary of my shores
I carve canyons out of flat landscapes, this for that
yet give back everything from which I take, tit for tat

JC