The River

It glistens silver under the heavenly sun

Gliding across the silky stream

The crisp morning air tickles my nose

Not everything on this river is as it seems

Gliding across the silky stream

Smooth, the wood along with the breeze

Not everything on this river is as it seems

It intertwines with the murky weeds

Smooth, the wood along with the breeze

Bobbing softly against the rocks

It intertwines with the murky weeds

Scoops it up gently and leaves it be

Bobbing gently against the rocks

Fighting to stay afloat on the current

Scoops it up gently and leaves it be

Wraps and tangles with the struggling paddle 

Fighting to stay afloat on the current

Blue sky bruised with grey, red and yellow

Wraps and tangles with the struggling paddle 

Crambling to stop next to the closest tree