I went to a funeral some time ago and I remember the words spoken by a little old man with a long white beard.
Life is like a stream that starts deep in a mountain , or, hillside. A tiny trickle of water jumping, twisting and turning as it comes down the hill, gathering strength as it is joined by others, slowing down as it forms a beautiful river and finally gently flows out to sea.
I have composed a tune which tries to recreate this called "Stream to river flows" which I can post, or send it to you if you PM me.
Al