The Journey of a Little Stream

Once upon a time, in a mountain high,

A little stream woke up with a sigh.

It stretched and yawned, its journey begun,

To meet the ocean, under the sun.

The stream was clear, pure and bright,

It sparkled and danced in the morning light.

It trickled down with a gentle flow,

Past rocks and trees, eager to go.

Down the mountain, the stream did glide,

With twists and turns, it couldn't hide.

Through forests green and meadows wide,

It sang a song as it hurried with pride.

The birds above sang along in tune,

As the stream reflected the light of the moon.

It gurgled and giggled, so full of cheer,

For it knew the ocean was drawing near.

In a village, it passed by a mill,

Turning the wheel with its watery thrill.

The children laughed and splashed about,

The stream was happy, without a doubt.

The journey was long, but it did not tire,

Its heart was full of burning desire.

Through towns and fields, it made its way,

Growing stronger with each passing day.

It met a river, so wide and grand,

Together they journeyed, hand in hand.

The river spoke of the ocean blue,

Of waves and tides, and stories too.

The stream grew larger, no longer small,

It was now a river, strong and tall.

With mighty currents, it flowed with grace,

Toward the ocean's warm embrace.

The days turned into weeks, then months flew by,

Under the endless, changing sky.

The river's path was long and wide,

Yet it never faltered, in its stride.

It faced many challenges, day and night,

Through storms and droughts, it fought with might.

But it always found a way to survive,

Its spirit was strong, its will alive.

At last, the river reached the shore,

Where land and sea met, forevermore.

With a final rush, it joined the sea,

And felt a sense of unity.

The ocean welcomed the river's flow,

With waves that sparkled and seemed to glow.

Together they danced, beneath the sun,

A new journey had just begun.

The river was now part of something great,

A world so vast, it could not wait.

To explore the depths, the waves, the tides,

To see where the ocean's mystery hides.

And so, the river, now part of the sea,

Lived on in joy, wild and free.

For the journey never truly ends,

It's just a path that forever bends.

In the heart of the ocean, deep and wide,

The river found its place, with pride.

And it whispered a secret, for all to hear,

That journeys end, but never disappear.

For every end is a new beginning,

A cycle of life, forever spinning.

From the mountain high, to the ocean blue,

The journey of the stream, is a journey for you.