A poem

I used to write a lot when I was in India but off late, I haven't written much at all. During this trip, on board my flight from Hyd to Chennai, I got inspired to scribble a few lines. Thought I'd share it with everyone!

Soaring high above the clouds, I look down on the rivers
determined to cut their way through.
I marvel at the vastness of nature's creation
the green, the brown and blue.
Man can "fly", I think to myself, an achievement beyond belief.
From dreams and ambitions full of passion, then, why seek relief?
Pursue the unthinkable, desire the crazy- we are here to "do".
For, if life is full of hurdles like hostile rocks,
let me be the river that cuts through!