Streamlet

Born from melting ice and snow
Wending round the rocks you go,
Easing gently down the hill,
Over craggy ledges spill.

Gaining speed and volume too,
Frigid cold and pure are you.
Quenching mountain climber's thirst.
O'er your fragile banks you burst.

Spawning fish of every kind.
Through the canyon floors you wind.
Bringing life to bush and tree.
Down you flow to pass by me.