I flow through the mountains. I jump off the cliffs. I make rainbows while I fall. Through plateus, canyons and green valleys, I run.
I watch the azure sky as he changes with season. Unlike me he always changes back. With envy I gaze in his immortal eyes.
People gather around me; to leave perchance to return. Some I carry away downstream in my bosom, unwitting young and old, their weeping kindred left behind.
Sometimes I rage with the East-wind and wash away their mud adobes.
At last, in a distant shore on the horizon I meet him.
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P.S. The Photo above is of a local lake taken by a Mobile Device edited in a Mobile Device by the writer.