Atop a glacial mountain
I was born in a crevice,
I tiptoed around the snow
And slid down the ice.

Tongue in cheek
And youth in my heart
I tickled prickly brambles
And tore bushes apart.

I washed away stones
And bounced against boulders
Diving headlong
I crashed like thunder.

As I went further
I met the wise old tree.
‘Find your lake,’ he said
‘For that’s your destiny!’

So I wandered and meandered
And started my quest
Searching hither and tither
To find my kismet.

Finally I got a peek
From above a tiny hill.
He seemed so serene and calm
And glistened a blue hue.

I rushed down to meet him
My lake, my destiny!
With hopes and dreams
And ambitions plenty.

He grabbed my delicate arm
And twisted my neck.
The more I washed toward the centre
The more I began to wreck.

The closer I got to him
The greater was his force
Sinking me, drowning me
As if he felt no remorse.

And when I reached the centre
There was a dark whirlpool.
Death was all I could pray for
As I rotated in turmoil.

Suddenly out of nowhere
Jumped out a coffin.
As if given a second chance,
I hung to it for dear life.

As I slowly drifted away
I wondered about my fate.
That’s when I realized
The river pretended to be the lake.

Damaged but wiser,
I bounced off a boulder
That’s when I understood
That I’d be a waterfall forever!