Cycle - Poem by Ciaran McLarnon
From source to sink,
from mountains to sea,
cascading over rocks.
Foaming and frothing with eager joy,
boundless potential yet to be realised.
Life within and life without.
Changing constantly from place to place,
yet an endless reminder of the power within.
A million drops acting together as one,
all streaming forward to heed gravity’s call.
Shaping their world in a permanent circle.
Season after season, time upon time.
The world turns, life’s cycle remains.
Floating to sea, a briny raft to the deep.
To join the ancient mass, the pre-historic leviathan.
For billions of years the waves have ruled,
first tempest then calm, shaping the lands.
Our lives forever bound, our fate theirs to decide.
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