A River'S Journal

<p>ABOUT A river born in a glacier exclaims with joy untie me from the burden of your dreams for I am a bird and the sky is my blove. And there would I ever go as streams to lower lands flow. As it crashes on to the valleys It questions- how do I conceal my deepest fear when even my breathe draws it near. Like Iron when I rust and decay What to this body must I say?. It then arrives at the plains where it learns of acceptance what had been could be better But these shackles I must now shatter. Finally it merges with the sea- where he discovers a deep shore less ocean -vast as space itself; his flesh loses significance..</p>