My musing for today, is this a poem? — Ambling by the river,
watching tumbling waters rush past, more eager than I to reach a destination. Where did they come from?
Where are they going? To a magic place perhaps, of dappled light, where churning, curling waters meet in a cacophony of roaring joy. Greeting the joining waters, welcoming new friends, enjoying a final brief moment, before joining together as one body, greater in its mass, its might and power.
