Some people call me mother, some call me life, and some call me the creator of human civilization. But I consider myself the daughter of nature who has a life from birth to death.
I am beautiful, hostile, calm, and whimsical. Yes, I am River, a beautiful natural gift who was created to give birth to a lot of things, to destroy the evil, and to provide serenity and calmness.
I was first introduced from a mountaintop glacier, and thus my life was started with zeal, enthusiasm, and passion. On my way from mountain valley to massive sea, I always make myself responsible.
In my early life, I was young, powerful, and robust. I carried a lot of natural tiny friends with me, such as big stones, small stones, roots of the trees, etc. I raced down cliffs, leaping over boulders, my heart pounding with the thrill of my speed.
But in course of time I reached the plains, and my journey of life slowed, for I now had a greater responsibility: to nourish the lives that lined my banks. They live on me from the dawn of their civilization. So, I help them in many ways, like transport, supply drinking water, help with farming work, etc.
In the plain, I am used in many ways. Some use me as their part of a poem, some use me as their part of a song, and some use me to sail on me and enjoy happiness.
I am not only the lifeline of human beings but also the lifeline of many natural creatures like fish, crabs, shrimp, snakes, frogs, etc. Human beings and other creatures are like my children, and I bring them up in my lap.
But sometimes human beings ill treat me; they pollute me and build houses and factories on my body.
Consequently, they get devastating replies from me. Occasionally I overflow my current over my banks and make a flood.
Anyway, it's my life, and I must carry it myself. Then sometimes I meet with some of my tributary friends, and sometimes I divide myself as distributary. After completing my responsibility, I become ready to take eternal rest.
Finally, I surrendered myself to the sea and took the chariot of my life to the great departure. Thus my life ends.
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