I emerge from a mountain covered with a layer of ice,
I want to be snug, there is no need for me to rise,
But as the ice covering me drifts away,
I have to face life, I have to fight each day.
I start to fall down, crashing upon rocks,
I am letting go already, but opportunity knocks,
I make my way to the farm, the peace making me want to stay,
But my goal is something else, my peace is the price I’ve to pay.
Down i go into the dark woods, feeling an eerie touch,
I can’t do more, I’ve preserved a lot but this is too much.
Slowly and steadily i reached an open field full of prickly hedges,
The droopy branches of the weeping willow, tickling my edges,
I go through a dark tunnel, full of shadows,
my water getting distributed through the hollows,
Finally I reach the river, my destiny,
Just like a dying man merging with infinity.
P.S. This poem is inspired by a poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson namely ‘The Brook’. I wanted to recreate it in my own words and I ended up with this poem. You can find the poem here ‘ www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-brook-2/’ . The poet in his poem has displayed the contrast between the journey of man with the journey of water but I wanted to show how man, just like flowing water overcomes each hurdle to reach his ultimate destiny therefore not contrasting the two but showing the similarity. thank you. Have a good day. 🙂