Observe I did as she trickled down to nothingness.
The pain once so deeply seated,
no love could rescue it hence.
None so powerful to overpower the self.
She flew; the powerful river, oblivious of her strength,
seeking the mountain;
thinking him as her pillar of strength.
Not knowing that she had the power
to sear him and scar him;
But none the less,
The mountain had no choice,
but to let her flow, once again.
And trickle down she did with a gush and fervour
to overpower all those who withstood.
Realised, destroyed too much she had,
pained many along the way.
Yet giving life to so many,
a fresh beginning to the ones lost in the breeze.
A blessing wearing the veil of a ghastly disguise.
Cos with end come new beginnings,
and with loss, gain.
It's before dawn that we see dusk,
and the interim darkness,
but with dawn comes the beauty of a new day.
The fresh beginnings, a new chance, a new life,
the most awaited brightness of the new day.
As dawn approached, he brought a realisation in her life too;
pained she had many, looking for answers,
using her power, so unknown to her,
wreaking havoc with her wrath.
Weak she was now, trickling further down,
Divided and thinner than her time long gone.
Slower she moved, calmer she got,
nurturing far more gently,
blowing life far more graciously now.
Time it was for her to meet the greater cause
and merge into the ocean, compensating,
All her loss.
The pain seemed to vanish,
seemed so trivial to have created an era of such cold vibes.
Rescued she was by her ownself,
gentler, calmer and clearer,
meeting her own end.
The birds sang, fluttering back home,
the beasts searching for their last hunt to take home.
Cos dusk again began to approach,
the interim darkness reigning its way,
only to take leave once again.
Making way for dawn to fill cheer
in another ones beautiful ride.
And this too shall pass with time,
One more time.
