Like the lone brook runing in the forest, a mysterious and wandering spirt. Frozen in the frost when all is silent from the rigid cold, gone in the blaze of the hottest sun that cuts through the shaded trees as if they only fueled its impregnable fire, and overflowing, as storms rage on, giving life back to the land around it curing the wrongs done on to it. Moving in and around the obstacles that life throws in the way. Recieving, in turn all it has to offer, but at the same time pressing my path into the extreme making an impresion on the toughest stone. That brook, the one and the same, is the one that flows within me and reflects all that I do in emotional, mental, and physical aspects of my life. It is my soul!!!