CYCLER

I am just a tiny seep
   out of stony ground I weep
   Beside a rotted chestnut log
   just enough to form a bog

Trickling down I join a neighbor
   And we combine our downhill labor
   together we now form a spring
   listen close,you'll hear us sing

My voyage now describes a hollow
   over rocks my riffles follow
   now this spring marries another
   each adding its flow to the other

I've now become a babbling brook
   and taken on a whole new look
   now my pools contain small fishes
   among flat stones shaped like dishes

The farther from my source I flow
   the larger I become and so
   with more additions I'm a stream
   as pretty as in any dream

Add more infusions,now a creek
   an ever lower path I seek
   my journey to the distant sea
   takes on much more urgency
  

Cutting now through field and glade
   within the bed that I have made
   I twist around, attempt to find
   another creek thats of like mind

At last another one I join
   different sides of similar coin
   our strength now forms a mighty river
   which when in flood makes levees quiver

The final stretch is now in sight
   the sky is clear, the sun is bright
   I'm now a part of the great sea
   the way that I was meant to be

Sun's heat draws my moisture out
   forming clouds which take a route
   to mountain range so far away
   the trip takes much more than a day

The clouds now drop me as soft rain
   until I hit the ground again
   and soak into the ground real deep
   emerging as a tiny seep