River Of Life Poem by Richard McClellan

What if your life was a leaf on a tree,
and one day a great wind blows,
pulls your leaf from its limb,
you flutter down to the stream below,

once landing on water,
your leaf floats downstream,
many obstacles in your way,
and what do you do?

your leaf floats,
no control from you,
the rapids get rough,
dead limbs blocking you,

you must keep moving, no choice to choose,
the water is always running,
or its rotting in the stream,
is the rivers destination for you,

luckily, life has free will,
its not controlled by the stream,
tho' the rapids are still there,
life flourishes, cause it has dreams,

in our river of life,
we must choose the path to float,
n' the rapids to climb,
but with dreams on the horizon,
the dream's wind push your leaf along,

because life is a leaf in a stream,
with your free will in control,
keep moving your leaf forward,
with your dreams a bridled so.