In a valley a river runs. As the
water flows at ease, the front of the river tells the water behind it, were
approaching a problem ahead. The river sees the mountain and the river banks
talking trash. The mountain say’s to the river, “Your merely water, you can’t
possibly destroy me”. The river gives off a smirk. The water banks reply, “You
not big enough, you’re not even wide enough to cause a threat to the miles and
miles of flat land west and east of you. Mr. River, your flow stops here. The
head of the river turns to the banks and laugh. So Mr. Mountain, you mean to
tell me that I stop here. My life ends here. I can’t cross through? Is that
what you’re telling me? Mr. Banks, you’re telling me that I can’t, expand, that
I can’t reach the ocean one day; you’re telling me that one day I can’t become
a lake, a sea, or even possibly an ocean? Are these the words you’re telling
me?
The
banks laugh loud. I’m sorry you want to become a what?? Did you stumble, no
wait, did you utter out the words a lake?? Oh Mr. River, you’re in over your
head. There is no way in hell you will ever expand, there is no way you will
ever exceed the limits you are at. I mean look around you. The river takes a
look around and notice there is land all the way to the horizon; both east and
west. The river looks in front of him and sees the mountains. Mr. Mountain
stands bold and fierce. The mountain stands really high, it’s so high, that no
living creature can live at its peak because the oxygen is little and the
temperatures are harsh. A tad hesitant and realizing that there has been a
drought in this region because of the cracked lands and dying plants, Mr.
Rivers was hesitant to speak. As he looked back and saw the force behind him,
he remembered something.
Mr.
Mountain, Mr. Banks, look behind me. What do you see? Water flowing for miles
and miles, I twist, I turn, I flow through regions were drought is not a
presence, I gain momentum through hills and some parts of my army is wider in
other parts and some parts, my army is thin only to prepare for expansion. I’ve
come along way. As you can see, we flow freely and well, we’ve never let
anything in our path stop us. This is nothing but a mere obstacle. Mere
obstacles Mr. River, why I have to say, look at me Mr. River. I can’t speak for
the banks down there but look at my range. I’m as wide as I am tall. I ponder
for miles and miles beyond. The cloud whisk among my lower peaks forcing storms
to exhaust all of their energy; I’ve made lands such as the one you’re entering
turn into deserts. I’ve changed climates and made lands that are one become
separate. I am the impossible. So what, you’re army has conquered foothills and
expanded in weak marshes, that means nothing to me.
I
am a mountain range. I’m a birthed by continent’s plates pushing against each
other and thrusting me further into the atmosphere. I am constant. I create
valleys. I created those foothills you carved through. You are no match for me
river. Now, if you want, you can feel free to roam through the land that is
beneath me but you will not carve through me. In the past, for mere
entertainment, I let a few storms enter this vast barren land. I let it flood,
I let the rivers gain force and become a violent terror. I let the terrain
flood. I let storms with the power of hurricanes climb over my peaks just so
there is something for me to do; you know, keep my army entertained. As
torrents of rain began to flood valleys below me, because the land was weak and
gave away, you began to see the water level rising. I must admit, a few of
those storms got me scared with all of their rain; I thought, oh shit, I might
be in over my head; then from the top of my heavens, I pushed an icy cold front
down into the valleys forcing hail and some snow.
I
froze the water. I forced it to stay in one position. The cold front I created
slowed the storm down and eventually it stopped. There was this cold air that
roamed across the land. It remained for days. The water stayed frozen thinking
it would win and wait it out. I realized
the advantage of the winter season and I made it harsh. I forced all storms to
my highest peaks so that it wouldn’t clear; and I forced all the cold air from
the top down to the bottom. I made sure no more rain or any form of
precipitation reached the land below me. The water below were many ice lakes. I
provided rivers on my hill side for some animals to live; but just enough not
enough for it to have power. As the season’s changed and spring approach, the
frozen rivers tried to communicate as they un-thawed they needed more rain. The
storms tried and tired but they could never reach my peak; eventually they
stopped and the heat began to rise.
The
water was thirsty and so was the land. The land began absorbing the water and
the new plants began to flourish, some of the water evaporated trying to create
its rain over the desert land. The mini lakes had mild success but a sprinkle
or two here. The small laughable storms it created tried once again to
communicate with the ocean currents; the ocean currents sent their powerful
storms from miles away. As the summer approached, many hurricanes dissipated
over land they sent three storms at once but none could reach over my peaks to
penetrate the desert sands. When the storm from the other side would approach,
I reached to my peak and sent down some cold air to the hot land; forcing the
tropical storms to lose their strength, not being able to deal with the
strength of winter; it was out of character.
The
water started to lose. As the summer heat picked up, the water went from a lake
to a small pond; by the middle of the summer, it was mostly dirt, salt and just
some water sitting there. In the end, the water evaporated and I had won. So
Mr. River, do you still think you have a shot?
The river was now humbled. It looked around and saw the old pathways
from past rivers, it saw the salt rings from lakes. It began to slow its flow
for a bit….
To be continued….
