The Zeal

The stream collected
all the droplets
it's zeal unmatched
rejoiced in the sound
of flow.

Nothing mattered
not even freedom or
reflection
the zeal was
it's only weapon
and
flowed like fire.

The zeal guarded
the mind
it held the stream tight
and strong
it knew the freedom of
sky
and the stream rejoiced
to flow in
what was it's
only path.