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
Into a roaring waterfall.
The perfect recipe.
Making brilliant green life flourish at its feet.