Bright Rising Sun and Weary Cold River

Once a star exploded, kicked a planet into space, eons untold it wandered with no sun to warm its face. In a winding mountain valley, in a bed of frozen stone, lay a Weary River, ice-locked and all alone. At last, the wanderer felt a pull, was drawn into the light, an orbit was established and came an end to night. Came the day Bright Rising Sun's light flooded the terrain and reached the mountain valley where Weary River lay enchained. But by bit, the valley warmed beneath Bright Rising Sun until at last, the ice cracked and a stream began to run. Each day brought a little thaw. Each day more ice would slip. Each day beneath Bright Rising Sun brought more freedom from cold's grip. At length cold's chains were broken, Weary River, again flowed free, from birth- spring in the highest peaks to wide- mouth at the sea. Every day, Bright Rising Sun sent warmth and light below to brighten icy waters of Weary Cold River's flow. Now Weary Cold River swiftly runs, white water, sunlight kissed and around the feet of lofty falls, rise gossamer clouds of mist. Playgrounds for Bright Rising Sun to scatter rainbows in, while Warm Clear River chuckles as she flows around a bend. Every day, Bright Rising Sun looks down to behold, a Warm Clear River, running free, like a splash of molten gold. No more lonely, no more cold, but a river free to run, to dance and sparkle, sing and splash, beneath Bright Rising Sun.