Poem - Trickling Down

TRICKLING DOWN

Drip, drip, drip I fall,

Slow and steady;

From the melting ice caps above.

Huddling together, in sharp crevices;

Filling it up, drop by drop,

Freezing cold, yet clear and fresh.

From there on,

A small stream flows, cradling in its arms broken, battered shards of rock;

Trickling down the steep hillock sides.

To the flat lands below,

Where it meets its fellow mates;

Joining together they make a river.

Twisting, twirling, curling, curving;

They rush and gush, with mighty roars,

Looping from side to side.

Through the highs and lows,

Only to be swallowed whole;

By the monstrous sea below.