Writing is a Stream

The writing flows out of my hand,

like a fast moving stream.

Wind blowing in every direction,

creating a rippled effect.

The clear yet blue liquid,

showing a reflection of life around me,

It was suave and tranquil.

Its cold yet refreshing presence,

awakens my mind.

The strength it has,

crushing everything in its path

The small aquatic creatures,

that lurk around

It goes on and on,

                                             out into the distance