Deep calls to deep - kweaver

The river rushes over the pebbles in the shallow brook
A soft white foam lingers in the peaceful gentle flow
It's path drawn out by the maker's pen
It drifts onward, being called to it's destiny

The stream waits impatiently for it's rendezvous
And as the two bodies mesh the bubbling brook embraces it's mate
The crystal clear water gets deeper and moves briskly
Deep calls to deep

The quick flowing water rushes forward
Not knowing why or where it is headed it just continues on
The river surges and moans with excitement as it accelerates
Celebrating it's journey until the river bed drops
Deep calls to deep

The water cascades over the edge
Creating a mist as it bounces off the sharp rocks that line the river wall
The force of the landing creates a spray
Moistening the grassy edge of the water's pathway
Deep calls to deep

The river's mouth opens as it kisses the salty sea
Rushing waves capture the ecstasy of the union
The river rolls, entangling itself with the sea
There is no beginning, there is no end
Deep calls to deep

Meeting it's destiny, it has enjoyed the peace
Endured the pace, experienced the pleasure and weathered the pain
Not knowing the direction but always trusting
Propelled by the maker's majestic authority
Deep calls to deep