entering Page 39 of my Book of Prose & Poems....

                         
                  
                  
                    From Skies of Grey and Nimbus Clouds,  
                         a drop of Rain did fall.... 

                         
                              Many continued without delay...
                          and formed a Stream that covers the Earth below.

                              The Stream did swell O'er rocky Glenn...
                  Rushing Current to enter every River Bend.

                      The Ocean not rising to meet the Flow
                  but Laughing upon the Shores...
                         
                       Tipping Her Hats in the Breeze, 
                  she washes Particles of Old showing age
                  and Restlessness without fear of Death..So Bold!
         
                       The People they run quick along the Sandy Shore,
                  Quick to enjoy it Evermore......