A river speaks

🏊🏊🚣🚣🚣🚣🏊My life begins from the peak of a mountain when I start from the top I flow thorough various forests, lands, through , rubber , estates, tea estates, under bridges and I ends up in the sea . 🏊This place is know as estuary . This flow is not a beauty to me as all think  . My road is difficult for me. 🥰🥰

Daily I have to face same problem . I meet them at mountains , hills, rocks pebbles , sandy and marshy land . During rainy days same trees fall across me .🏊🏊🥰 Then my flow gets delayed. There are days I have to transport rafts loaded with bamboos. Some days rafts are loaded with heavy  timber .❤❤

Some days people remove sand . This is not legal but cannot be stopped . 🤩🏊🚣When I start flowing I am not alone . On my way I have to give water o branch rivers , paddy field . I am following day and night . On rainy days I have to carry fooded water as well as fallen trees. When rain ceases and dry season comes. I feel thirsty . 🚣Due ro lack of watwe. Not like other days people can cross me without any fear.😊🚣🏊

My little story  ❤❤🥰