Morning Rush

I hear the river flowing down the mountain,

The waters glistening in the gentle gleam of the sun,

The snow, slowly melting off the peaks,

 Meets the river in a stream

I run my hand through the cold water,

Feeling a chill up my spine,

The river contains memories,

Flowing continuously, driven by nature

What secrets do you hold beneath your endless stream?

I carry artifacts and memories, lost in time.

I feel like I’m at home when I’m near you

Keep me clean and pure, and I’ll nourish the land.

The air is fresh,

Filled with the scent of nature,

As I stand there, I feel a strong connection

To the rhythm of nature

Each wave of water,

A whisper of stories,

I bend down to talk to the river,

Feeling finally at home