Write a short autobiography of a brook.
The mountain is my father and the glacier is my mother. I am born in the lap of slopy, snowy terrain. Yes, you guessed it right. I am Miss Rill, the bubbly, ever-youthful, brook. I start my journey from the slopes of the mighty mountains. Many of my brothers and sisters join me making me look fatter. I express my happiness by dancing and jumping as I come down the valley.
I am ever so glad to help birds and animals by quenching their thirst. The trees in the valley are so grateful to me that they honour me by showering flowers upon me. My graceful flow is adored my many frogs and fishes who take a dip in my waters.
As I reach the plains, I slow down. The calm within and outside inspires many great poets to offer their literary best. I am obstructed by many boulders but I do not stop. I find my way by curving around them.
By the time I meet the big river, many small rivulets have joined me. But today their number is decreasing. I heard some men saying that the rains are decreasing each year. If this goes on, I might get thinner and thinner and die one day. I have served mankind for as long as I know. I beg of you to save me and my sisters and brothers. Please plant more trees, do not harm nature; as we are your well-wishers.
Preserve me to let your coming generation experience me by taking a dip in my pure waters.