Felicity

The mellifluous meandering of the river's rippling currents, presented tunefully to my ear, as my friends and I embarked upon fishing for soul mates on the river of life, which was appropriately named Felicity. This was a soubriquet, for the blissful days of fishing, that this generous congenial river accommodated for. Chirpy chattering of the birds and wildlife around conversed in cheerful ways on its periphery at length. Its salient properties were superfluous: bright, beautiful and benevolent souls, maintained the laminar flow of this beautiful river. Life ran smoothly without many hindrances; it allowed for travelling to new landmarks, and destinations, as I accumulated new experiences along the way.

Questions and queries remained at the surface; and answers were therefore feasible from the luminescent bright, superficial, salubrious life yielding waters. The lustre of rocks reflecting sunlight from above served to highlight, or signify, good times lying ahead. Thw wildlife blossoming, with sun given energetic brilliance buzzed; as though to be in momentum with the river, and its playful giggles at life.

But mid the hyacinths and hydrangeas, rose the hysterical hirsute hydra! Feisty feud had resulted from fiddling worries; and agitation and discordance from afar, suddenly arrived on the scene, presenting as a monstrosity before us. Thus an attempt to antagonise, or neutralise, the angry frustrated spirits became imperative; and gallant courageous fighting initiated, but it proved too onerous an undertaking.

The worries rose causing barriers, only causing further turmoil; and hence the melodic meandering ripples became transmogrified into a quagmire of querulous sorts. Histrionic invectives, fired in the form of boulders, started shifting in the waters, thereby infiltrating the landscapes. We remained unsuspecting; as the depths of fathomless flooding waters meant findings, to answers we had found possible to reach out for to date, remaining unfathomably incomprehensible.

Malevolent miscarriages of just, or frank, behaviour fed the hydra, which had lurked beneath for so long; and queasy suspicions polluting the river water, left marsh matter behind. Nothing was for sure, and it was impossible to tread along the river land foundation, despite how much conscientious care taken. Constant falls whilst fishing occurred, and we were unsure of every stealthy surreptitious step.

However; into a bright and knowledgeable damsel became one woman, due to the major helping advice from a barn owl later that night. He had instructed the young lady to appease, rather than oppose, the hydra monster, as its main problems were mainly envy and over protectiveness of her. Upon refection to the barn owl's words, she felt it best to woo the hydra with her flute playing.

The following day, as she played on her flute, at one of the islets; the destruction then became descried, as she played melodious positive music on this instrument. This redirected the waters to their accustomed kismet routes; since the destruction sources had become fully elucidated; thanks to the well informed, intuitive damsel she had transformed into being.

Her music acted as delicate hindrances, imposing upon the hydra; although they were of only mere words and notes alone. The attempt seemed so innocuous to the monstrous tides that myself and my friends remained disillusioned of happiness, but this was only the case initially. However; convoluting and twisting the waters, the surprising crescendoing notes redirected the currents; miraculously making them impervious, and ceased their interference with one another. The flood waters of yonder reinstated a configuration, of tributaries, conducive of perfect order; thus facilitating flow of life and Felicity river. Therefore the structure and order became recovered.

The dessicating, dulcet notes proved effective at neutralising the hydra, as well as other imposing spirits. The hydra eventually calmed in quiet disillusionment and damnation: its falsified slanderous claims; which had engulfed the lands ceased, and the music made it ponder inquisitively instead. Subtle assertion was the adverse antidote to challenging this swamping polluting hydra. I suppose the gentle persuasion of melodic music stunned it, took it by surprise, and distracted this negative, presumptuous, and insolent hydra; and so it remained frozen in perplexity, and yet soothed simultaneously.

Ability to avoid and starve the hydra of distrustfulness and its tentacles' temerity became much easier. It suddenly had no hatred, or ammunition, left in order to retaliate against; and so subsided into the river's ending: the ocean where it belonged. Joyful, jocund, meandering structure reinstated, as the waters danced in exultation: the waters were enjoying the wisdom of the barn owl, and the fey ways of the damsel. Although these were ways which were vague and eccentric, they proved potent at preserving peace. Additionally; they proved that concentrated concentric waters sometimes merely flood, and get lost in their prevalent, paramount, precarious and overly possessive ways. Furthermore; at times the rain falls on their parade, therefore causing them to interfere with others.

With the former despotic world of tyranny alas in a state of quietude and calm, felicitations no longer had to be feigned; and we all could then live truly happy thereafter. The music filled the atmosphere with an ambience of revived ardour and love. The berceuse from similar souls now surrounded the river, and birdsong like lullabies collaborated in the music making. Fish remained sublime and able to avail of freshwater free from pollution; trees were able to have healthy soil to grow arborifically in an unhindered way; the wildlife now with fresh food to eat and protected from problematic flow, able to amble along care freely...

The flute notes conducted all currents to their former places; their warm tones calming the unnecessary destruction. The waters may have been ostentatious; however subtle manoeuvring, and redirecting; via use of the peaceful, secret, and serene methods, can always resonate flood water. This proves to be a better method, than using toxic pungent solute ammunition; in order to dismiss, or discourage any hydra. Heavy use of solutes and discouraging anger may make the river too saline; and give rise to stagnation, and pollution of life generically; and it wouldn't be an admirable action to conduct anyhow.

Order reinstalled; hence an infinite habitual, beautiful place for ALL who fish in the river of life and love.