Tiny Stream

Tiny stream, tiny stream
Drifting to all extreme.
Everywhere I have been,
The current always be mean
Carrying my clear mind.
Destine to a dark pool of darn.
Gone with the wind.
Happiness and tears can not scream.
Rosy bud with gentle breeze,
Planting your red seed within.
Nuture it with your warming beam,
Delight it with your sunny grin.
It has blossomed.
And it has thorns.
Gleaming with the melodic hyme,
Chanting for your righteous claim.