The Conscious Awakening Rivulet

Rivulet, thou art
running away
with babbling sounds
and crossing over miles of grounds.

When thou descend
on the foot of the mountain,
thou pay thy respects
and start thy life aspects.

Very oft thou kiss
the brest of forest,
carrying the shedding leaves
and cooling down in forest shades.

When thou run
by the localities,
thou babbling only echoes,
'Time and Tide' never returns.