When I was young,

I was firmly

Tethered to my parent tree,

And although the summer breeze

Tried to sweep me

Off my proverbial feet

Many a times,

I was having none of it –

Overhanging the merry brook

As it gurgled along,

Singing its eternal song,

Life was mine, and I was its;

Until the time

By when, I’d wilted so,

And was young no more –

So the connection,

It broke;

And I wafted gently

In the air, aided by the breeze,

As I fell slowly

Into the merry brook

Which carried me,

Through many a nook,

And twists umpteen.

And very slowly,

Albeit surely,

I grew to like

This crazy ride;

This not knowing

What the next turn will bring,

Maybe I’ll be held in embrace

By that rock face,

Maybe I’ll skip and hop

As the water does, o’er the rocks;

Who knows?

But this I know

For sure,

That there is fun,

In this endless travel under the sun.

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