Like a mountain stream leaps and bounds
growing as it merrily skips,
picking up stones and twigs;
Emerging as a lively course;
Carving its way through rock and moraine
through farmland , past towns;
In time as a mighty river emerges,
for fish and man to enjoy,
Ending in quiet surrender to the Sea
so unfathomable and infinite.
So it is with a newborn child,
helpless but filled with life,
laugher and tears win our hearts;
Tender care guides the growth,
To skip away with friends
each day a lively dance;
picking up knowledge and tools;
Maturing in power and strength,
yet falling, stumbling and race,
whilst finding inner stability;
Purpose and wisdom to live.
With time reaching
the mightiest Sea of all.
© miriam ivarson