A Rivulet Sings.

A tiny stream of water,

Gushes down the path,

Holding across all,

Tortoise, frogs, and fish,

Moving along in,

A happy band,

Making noise all over,

Chattering and croaking,

Gleefully and merrily

While the tiny rivulet

Sings  to itself,

A melodious song,

That of life and blood,

That of vibrancy and velocity,

That of cheer and humour,

That of fineness and lustre,

Miniscule magnifies the trifle,

Trivia enlarges the small,

Small enhances the  beauty,

Beauty  merges with divinity,

Thus forming a plane

Of essence and vitality,

Renewing faith and trust,

Invoking prayer and benediction,.

Which ensue a grand denouement.