The River

While passing by a river, I saw a shade of blue I had never seen before. Intrigued, I crossed over an engine bridge towards mountains that towered above like statues, each one a masterpiece of its own. I wandered through the pines that lined the water, elk grazed nearby and bears watched silently as I passed by. The river meandered until my ascent, and from there I could hear the waterfall singing its song. Slowly, the trees became less and the rocks became more until I reached the lakes. Emerald in color and even more captivating than the jewel, I had reached the source, the beginning of the wild blue below, and only then did I understand that though the river may have changed from beginning to end - hidden, trickling, twisted, coursing, voracious, wandering - it only became more beautiful.