River Cycle

High up in the mountains,
The storm clouds have been spent,
And rain has gathered in the lake
To start the long descent.

As it reaches tipping point,
The power is unleashed,
Rumbling down the mountain side,
A liquefying beast.

Rocks are blasted from its path,
Which soon becomes a bed,
Racing ever southwards,
Now the beast has fed.

It slithers into villages,
And fills up on the go,
Roaring through the countryside
With many miles to go.

Flowing through the old canals,
Some water slips away,
Captured by the reservoirs,
Saved for another day.

But then, at last, a coastal view,
The sea not far to reach,
It nips under the promenade,
And heads off down the beach.

Here the river meets the sea,
But no rest for the rain,
The clouds soak up the water drops
To start off once again.

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