The River
By Sam M
A gentle rushing river, a place of silent sounds,
Of smoothly swaying bushes, it makes me feel spellbound.
The chirping, chuckling heron chicks calling for their mother,
Hoping she will return soon, rather than some other.
A river rushes slowly, in tune with brittle trees,
Swaying beautifully, perfectly, filled with the winter breeze.
The river is a warm blanket, eroding the bed of stones,
And covering things with mud, like rocks, boulders and bones.
Soaring over canopies, birds of red, blue or rainbow,
Caring for their youngsters now, but soon they will have to let them go.
A peaceful river paradise, full of wonderful creatures,
Full of so much unknown life, with weird and wild features.