The River of Life
Life is like a river. From once it started from a few droplets of melting snow and grew into a small stream as it ran down the mountainside. Gradually but what seems like only a few miles the small stream grows in to a river. Itıs hard to see exactly were it became a river but it did, and the river never flows back into a stream again.
Ever flowing is the river. Some times it is muddy, sometimes it is clear, sometimes itıs quite, and other times it is a ruff roaring rapids which seems to never end. You can stand on the side of her banks and see the leaves fall from the branches above. Some leaves stay afloat and sail on her smooth surface, while others surcome to the strong imperiless pull of the current of the river. The river is always ever changing on its path. And ultimately all rivers end, as they open into the vast great open ocean as the rivers waters become apart of the sea.
By: Brady Smith