The river of life

 
THE RIVER OF LIFE
 
It begins as a small stream
Where the horizon
Kisses the sky.
 
It cools the banks,
Sometimes rushing with force,
Sometimes like a fearless boy,
Leaping from rocks as a waterfall.
 
In its descent,
On the plain,
Boats anchor,
And ships
Come and go.
 
At last,
The river disappears
Into the sea,
A thunder subsides,
And there, the line with the horizon
Fades, fades away.