My Darling River Flows

My Darling River flows,

Twisting through paths like veins on a leaf,

Glittery scaled fish swim in the currents,

Birds fly through the wind, their feathers dancing in the breeze,

Trees grow on the riverbanks, tall and proud,

Providing protection for the world they look down upon.

Still, my Darling River flows.

Boats cut through the water, like a chainsaw to a tree,

The fish swim away, filled with fear and despair,

Their glittery scales disappear as oil and chemical spills invade the water like plague,

Birds fly above the distress and destruction,

The trees shudder, unable to provide peace or protection.

Still, my Darling River flows.

Trees fall like collapsing buildings and birds glide away, overrun with anguish and grief,

Cloud-like feathers cover the sky, observing the slaughter of the screaming trees which gave them refuge.

Still, my Darling River flows.

Buildings spread like weeds and roads twist and turn like roots,

The planes' thunder takes the place of beautiful birdsong,

The waterway polluted and pained,

The river means more than anyone knows, so, still, my Darling River flows.