The babbling brook flows endlessly free
when it comes to the edge
the rives goes ahead and
takes the plunge, cascading into falls
sometimes it meanders, trickling along
slowly, as it plays with the sun
before rushing full speed ahead.
Never letting rocks or logs stop its momentum
the river finds its own path (around them)
bubbling and gurgling
it happily and merrily travels
along to its destiny
wherever that may be.
©5, January 2021