The Boy Upon The River


The boy upon the river sat and waved as the rain passed by, he played with rocks and socks and little funny locks.

The boy was happy.

One day the boy returned to that river. The cold, dark night, eating away at his fight. He sat at the river, just watching the stars.

The boy was happy.

One day the boy sat at the river, the girl beside him kissing his cheek. The boy whispered and the river heard. The river responded with a few little words;

Hello, my boy, what brings you here? Is that a girl you seer?

The boy responded with a soft quiet yes, and at that night the boy and girl watched the stars in the infinite skies and confessed.

The river watched the boy, never having seen the boy with a star.

Few years pass, and the boy never comes. The river is lonely, no more fun. But on that day the boy returned.

The boy had a little child with him, and a mistress so full of beauty, the river was amazed; "was this the same girl I had met that day?"

The little child played in the river with those old rocks and socks and little funny locks, while the boy and the girl watched from afar.

Many years later, the boy returns. The river is mostly dried and the boy is old and wrinkly, and the boy plays in the river, with the rocks and socks and little funny locks.

The boy is no longer a boy, for he has been a man, he lived a great happy life. The boy spoke his last words to the river;

"River, you were always fun, your rocks and little locks, but now you're all dried up, no droplets left in sight on this beautiful night,"

The river responded only few words; "Boy, rest here, and watch the stars like you used to"

The boy was happy, and the boy peacefully passed while sleeping under those stars of the night.