River

On a warm Sunday morning, I stood still… atop a hill on the countryside watching a river flow.

I stood still… watching the river making curves through the small and mighty rocks.

I stood still… watching the river flow flawlessly through the highs and lows.

I stood still… wondering that it is just like our human life, which molds and folds without losing hope.

I stood still… while my journey continued like the flowing river.