The River
By Tadala N
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