a silver stream

A silver stream snakes elegantly through a vast, dark tunnel of trees. Gently but powerfully cascading down with an infinite amount of cadence. The stream gets wider, and wider, into a silver creek. A creek gliding past obstacles with unbelievable grandeur. Boulders will shape the creek, making it twist, turn, toss, its beautiful reflective surface swirling, spitting, chasing. Fasters, faster as is the world has no end, enlarging into a river, the river runs with mad desire. Tossing, flipping, twisting, captivating everything it touches, spreading its wonder, want, and love, until it is nothing but a small stream once again, falling, falling down, furious, until it is nothing but surreal silver droplets floating in the thick air. Every single droplet of its love and wonder captured. The silver stream, the river, the creek, are eternal unless forgotten. But for now, the droplets start over again, falling, falling, falling into a new silver stream to start over again.