The River

A clear and smooth liquid,
Splashing through, always blue.
In the tranquillity of the morning sun,
Sunlight reflecting onto you.

The fresh and clean air,
Lightly blowing, never slowing,
Fuelling lungs with oxygen.
Displays itself without showing.

Dancing in the cool breeze,
It’s green and never mean.
Swaying to its very own beat,
Completing the glorious scene…