Final Moments

Listening to the cry of the gulinas fade,

I let a sense of peace devour me.

Salty air filled my lungs.

The beauty of the river is breathtaking,

Unable to truly be described using mere words.

Blocking out the wounded memories, and gazing into the horizon.

This is what I do in my final days.

The river is home to many, including me.

Part of me is the river, and the river is a part of me.

Then I feel it and smile.

My final moments are spent here.

My home.

I settle down, taking my last look.

My last breath, my last smile.

Goodbye River Dyarrubin.