The Rushing River
The Rushing River. Such a beautiful thing. Water flowing,birds
take a swim,have a wash,dogs mess around,playing games. Such a nice summer’s
day. Greenery all around,from trees to grass,you can see,smell and feel the
life and the energy of the nature all around.
The river is relentless. It does not stop.It keeps on going,keeps on moving,it has a direction,a purpose,the flow. Tiny little waterfalls along the way,make waves,forcing the waves to smash and crash into each other.Turning the sweet mellow river into something darker and more menacing.
Here I am,on the edge,standing,watching.Hypnotised,mesmerised,lost.Perplexed as to why, but I cannot stop looking at the energy the river gives off,at the rush of the nature. I am being called,things happening all around but I am lost,consumed in thought.Away. The movement of the river,waves,water,nature itself, it’s hypnotic. It is calling for me,it has my attention and doesn’t let go as if a muse,siren wants me and all of my attention. It is enticing,I step closer to the edge.What if I jump in,what if I let go and go with the flow of a river. Lost in time,lost today,let the nature take me like it so desperately wants to. Give myself to the power greater than me,be the one with the water,the rush of the river.The power of the river,the rush and the flow is hypnotic yet frightening. I’m tempted but I dare not.I am being called,I snap out of it. Whatever it was,it had me in it’s clutches. Out of body,watching myself,thinking,contemplating the power of nature and what if I let myself go. That was close,loosing all control of who I am and getting lost in something greater than myself.
As I walk away,I see small leaves drop on the surface of the water from the tree above. So fragile and small and soon as they land,the relentless river takes them away.
The river is relentless. It does not stop.It keeps on going,keeps on moving,it has a direction,a purpose,the flow. Tiny little waterfalls along the way,make waves,forcing the waves to smash and crash into each other.Turning the sweet mellow river into something darker and more menacing.
Here I am,on the edge,standing,watching.Hypnotised,mesmerised,lost.Perplexed as to why, but I cannot stop looking at the energy the river gives off,at the rush of the nature. I am being called,things happening all around but I am lost,consumed in thought.Away. The movement of the river,waves,water,nature itself, it’s hypnotic. It is calling for me,it has my attention and doesn’t let go as if a muse,siren wants me and all of my attention. It is enticing,I step closer to the edge.What if I jump in,what if I let go and go with the flow of a river. Lost in time,lost today,let the nature take me like it so desperately wants to. Give myself to the power greater than me,be the one with the water,the rush of the river.The power of the river,the rush and the flow is hypnotic yet frightening. I’m tempted but I dare not.I am being called,I snap out of it. Whatever it was,it had me in it’s clutches. Out of body,watching myself,thinking,contemplating the power of nature and what if I let myself go. That was close,loosing all control of who I am and getting lost in something greater than myself.
As I walk away,I see small leaves drop on the surface of the water from the tree above. So fragile and small and soon as they land,the relentless river takes them away.
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