heading for the hills

Droplets falling from heaven
My thoughts are heading for the hills
They have come to a halt at my childhood
Oh, that's a sudden stop.

Woven by my brother, childhood was the prettiest time
Butterflying with him was my best loved pastime
Hunting for new places always resulted in the same stamping ground.
But river always fascinated me with her cuddling ways
She offered me her petals of water.

To make me happy, brother flipped little waves; springing as colored images.
Tiny sprinkles touching my innocent cheeks,
gave me breezy essence
Imprinting in my mind those sparkling drops,
formed the shape of waning crescent.

My little skirt hugged the wavy rhythm of life
Swaying like a flower who was thrown up by the breeze,
I grabbed the hands of my brother
and walked through the itinerary of happiness.

Mind as well as body suffused in the chillness of age
I lost my sense somewhere between the pebbles
Regaining it, i stood at the bank of memories
Staring at the black and white memories flowing through the river
I found that nothing was left
Petrified in the years of grief, i dropped off my innocence
And merged with the rest
Fleeing with time those tiny waves waved goodbye to me forever...

p.s: a poem based on the below given picture,written for writers' forum contest. got inspiration from this picture,because water always tempts me.