An ancient river bank is enveloped in the heavy sky, patiently awaiting the storm.

A small island in the middle of the river forces the powerful flow to break in two, to become unimposing and weak.

The break is but temporary, and the river forgets it quickly, merging back into power.

The river knows its purpose – the purpose it had since conception.

The islands will stay in its way, ruthless dams will try to subdue it, and corporate greed to destroy it,

But when it gets the chance to push forward, drop by drop, to resurrect itself, it will do so without hesitation,

Because nothing can unteach it the true purpose of existence, to be what it is – what it was always meant to be…

via Daily Prompt: Ancient