River

I start in a cavern
Gendered by mountains barren
Swirling, gushing, running around
Full of exuberance, know no bound
Flowing down the slope, young and callow
With a deep valley & waters shallow

Gnawing, breaking and grinding stones
I reach the plain with loads in tomes
Spreading my banks and growing from young
Serving the plains and taking turns
But now I am grown, with my duties known
Cradling people and fields full sown

Oozing ahead with a senile pace
Slow and meandering with envied grace
Threading my path through cities & places unknown
With distance of thousands flown
Weary and old I reach the bay
And here comes to an end my journey

Showering happiness and gifts so many I give
And like creatures others, rivers too live!!!