The Journey

My journey begins high in the skies,
I fall I fall save any ties.
Cold, tiny, eccentric and white,
I float and I fall in the cold dark night.

Accumulating by the inch and the foot,
I gracefully change the mountains look.
Now I stay piled high and tight,
Day after day, night after night.

One afternoon the warm breeze blows,
My appearance different like a change of clothes.
The mountain perspires, I'm now a trickle,
Down a course the rocks I tickle.

Carving a path through the earths floor,
Deeper and faster becoming a roar.
My journey now racing erratic and turbulent,
Quickly becoming forceful and arrogant.

I slow I slow to nearly a stop,
Now miles away from my start at the top.
Inch by Inch I ascend and I crawl,
Reaching the cliff, I fall and I fall.

I hit the rocks becoming a splatter,
Zooming right by the salmons ladder.
Again I start to speed and flow,
Reflecting on when I was once called snow.

Wondering what is around the next bend,
Eloquently floating not wanting the end.
Warming and sparkling in the summer sun,
I'm hoping my journey is not nearly done.

As the earths slope escorts me through,
I can't wait to join the ocean so blue.
Realizing it means my path will complete,
I can't help to hope I will again become sleet!