Two Streams

Two Streams Each with their own unique qualities.

One sprouting tall, strong oaks at the edge.

The other, with soft flowering bushes

Hugging the bank.

One with a ripping, reckless current

Riden for a rush of adrenaline.

The other glassy and calm.

Consulted for a better flow of thought.

Each twisting and turning aimlessly through the earth.

Until at last

Somewhere along their journey

They meet.


Into a roaring waterfall.

Potently powerful.

Simultaneously soft.

The perfect recipe.

Making brilliant green life flourish at its feet.

-Jenna Norton

Creativity, PoetryJenna Norton