up, down, into the distance

Deep below the surface. Rumbling, bubbling, rising to the top. Into a concrete cradle. Filling it and slowly overflowing. An adventurous journey begins. A journey through a wild meadow - a small and calm place, squeezed into the rush of human world. Jumping over stones, meandering between trees, passing by gentle blossoms and grass blades. Sometimes nearer, sometimes further. The landscape around flowing and ever changing.