Poetry: Journey Into The Ocean

THE JOURNEY INTO THE OCEAN

By Princewill Daokorite

As the grey water of the River flows over its bed

In a long line across the land

Despite flowing over the rigours of Rocks and sands it never gave up

But keeps pushing through along its banks

When shaft of moonlight fell on it at night

It smiles because it aids the journey at night

When it had to journey through the night without light in sight

It views it as a blessing in disguise

For it shapes the journey

As the blazing sun reflects on it

From the clear blue sky in the day

It warmly smiles

For there's always light at the end of the tunnel

As it continued its journey

It waved warmly at the water birds and lilies

When it got to its mouth

Shaft of fear ran through it

As it views the vast and frightful nature of the Ocean

It thought of flowing back

With a flash of insight it realized it's impossible

So it decided to flow into the Ocean

Not as a River anymore but as an Ocean

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