I always stood still, never left…

It was not raining, never since some years,
and I was too young to understand the rocks,
they were angry, not allowing me to sit,
so I stood still, but never left…

River was about to evaporate, just like those coldness,
and hot air was warning me to get away from the bank,
Tiny droplets were burning my skin, jumping from the drifts,
the stubborn me, stood still, but never left...

I knew the only type and never experimented, nor questioned,
read, learned, wrote, apllied, and burned,
the no longer green leaves also pushed me towards my own road,
the ugly me, alas, stood still, but never left…

my mountain, my river, I saw their smiles and flows since years,
it made me happpier in my deserts, pollution, and noises,
once started as beauty, became my addiction,
old habits die hard; old, bad habits even more so,
thus I always stood still waited till rain, never ever left…