write the autobiography of brook ?????

I, the brook take birth at a place frequented by water birds, like coot and hern. Then I flow suddenly and noisily down the valley. On my journey, I hurry down thirty hills, twenty villages, a little town, Philip's farm and fifty bridges and then join the brimming river. While flowing by various places, I make different sounds and noises. I 'chatter' over stony ways; 'bubble' into eddying bays and 'babble' like a baby over pebbles. I 'murmur' under the moon and stars. I change my course and movement in relation to places, situations and hurdles that I face while flowing. I hurry down the heals, steal (silently) by lawns and grassy plots, slide by hazel covers and slip between the ridges. I flow in a zig-zag manner. I assume different moods and dispositions based on different situations.  Finally, I join the brimming river, losing my identity, just as men lose theirs in their deaths by getting mixed with the universe.