The stream, at its birth, flowed slowly but sweetly. It trickled carefully along the landscape, learning how to move and where to go; how to react and behave. With each obstacle came a new meander until the stream reached the destination all streams dream of – the lake. This lake gathered and collected the many streams together, protecting the contents as they mingled and mixed.
As time went on the path of the stream got wider and some of the obstacles wore away completely. Furtive ground, fed by the flowing waters, allowed vegetation, bushes and trees to sprout up providing shade and shelter. Fish made the stream their home, glistening in the water like memories flitting from sun to shade.
And as the trees extended their branches and stretched out their leaves, autumn came. Twigs, dried by the heat of the sun, snapped and fell into the water. Most were washed away but a few found themselves trapped behind stones determined to hold their position. More leaves and litter dropped as the deathly silence of winter draw closer.
And a dam was formed.
The water, previously free flowing and exuberant, was held back, prevented from escaping and finding the lake. A reservoir was formed, destroying some of the shelter that had grown on the banks and holding each droplet in place.And although the caretaker lake still existed, collecting together the steams that fed it, it longed for the return of the missing stream.
The day the dam broke was the day that everything changed.
The land on the dry side of the dam had suffered and was not used to experiencing the refreshing flow of liquid. Life had been virtually extinguished, left to live on scraps of living water that seeped through the barrier. It was not ready for the deluge that ensued. Nothing could prepare it for the seemingly destructive onslaught that followed. Dying trees and plants whose roots had long since diminished were swiftly washed away and the dry land was drenched.
The dry land was drenched.
Afterwards, healing came. Now that the stream was able to flow, life began to return. In fact, the devastation had helped prepare the soil, ensuring that there was room for new growth. And the caretaker lake was pleased that the stream flowed once more.