river running

River running in the mud
chasing sunlight; first adventure.
Soon you'll chase the deeper gold;
now the sky is what you hold.

River churning; little feet,
hands are stirring, shaping, splashing.
Soon you'll harden into road;
now you're held by whom you'll hold.

River sinking, glistening, shining
little frogs are leaping out.
Soon the hoppers and the criers
and the stompers and fliers

will drink you in and live you out.