I want to pass through the other banks, where it’s winding and narrow.
Where I can freely slide down the mountains and hills,
Cascading through the boulders of rocks and creeping in between the sleepy pebbles.
To my senses, it is numbing and very relaxing, with the cool breeze twirling.
The flowing of my current become slow in tempo and very soothing to hear like,
A lullaby to a tired souls.

i want to cross and meet the other streams and playfully run together in harmony

among the bushes and trees causing wildfire.

in bended knees, praying in solitude asking to rescue them from drought.