Water flows downhill
Enjoying Nature’s beauty
As it goes
Never trying to return
Up the mountain
To revisit its past.
Ever accepting of its course
Destiny offers little choice
Other than to decide its distance
From the shore.
Perhaps to eddy is allowed
But not acccepted by the main stream crowd.
“We rush down. Why do you wait?”
“Do you not ponder from which we came?”
“Do you wish to go upstream? You are insane!”
“Do you remember sites of yesterday?”
“Do you not see the things yet to be?”
Try, try as it might
The water cannot win
The upstream fight.
Tis unnatural and stressful
To go against the flow
Better to accept one’s path
Enjoy it! And conserve strength
Not for the impossible
But for that occasional tendency
To be separate from the main current.
Not until the heavens
Take it up into the sky
Does the water get rebirthed
With an opportunity to live again
And be baptised within its own rain.
-copyright © 2004 Doug McCaughan.