The Streaming Waters

If you come by a chattering stream,
Watch the rippling waters gleam,
It dances and winds along,
To lose itself in the river and its song.

It springs from the peaks and mountains,
Flows down, swelled by the pouring rains,
Basking in the sun and kissed by its rays,
It's destination is all  set,but not the ways.

It journeys through bushes and brambles,
Over rocks and pebbles it scrambles,
Mindless of all big and small hurdles,
Its final stop, is worth all it's struggles.

In the monsoon its at it's bounteous best,
It's overflowing banks,with blossoms blest,
Having rushed through hills and plains,
It rests,when,to it's river  it drains.
                                                     Chandni.