I like strolling by the river in the evenings and watching the sunset from the quayside with a nice cold beer in my hand.
Life is very much like water.
The mists that rise from the rain forest then condense and settle on the cool hillsides and mountains and form droplets like the beads of sweat dripping from the mother giving birth. The droplets form rivulets that roll downhill, joining with each other at a gathering pace and the stream is born and it strives and struggles to grow into a river in its never ending quest to reach the sea.
As it reaches the sea, the winds whip it into highs and lows, peaks and troughs of waves and crests of surf that ride the sea like wild white horses, just as in life we have our peaks and troughs, our ups and downs as we ride the wild waves of life.
One minute we are on the crest of a wave and the next we are at the bottom with everything crashing down around us. Sometimes we stumble and smash against rocks but with determination we swirl around the rocks and wear them down and eventually its the rocks that come tumbling down and succumb to the powerful might of the sea.
Eventually the wave reaches a distant shore and in the autumn of its life turns into a gentle ripple to ebb and flow and gently caress a sunkissed beach and mother earth opens her arms and wraps us in a warm embrace for all eternity.
luckeejim 25th April 2006
Actually I'm not really any good at this sort of thing but once in a blue moon I get creative.