What Lies Beneath The Water

Everybody believes that I am perfect.

Little do they know what lies beneath the blue, clear water.

A bed of poisoned rubbish that will stain my floor for the rest of eternity.

My current is robust and promising, but I am weak and sick.

My bank is filled with beautiful green trees that will live on forever.

And the sky above me is blue and elegant.

My water is shiny like glass.

Who knows how long it will be before I break?

I am the source of life.

I keep the animals and plants around me alive.

But who keeps me alive?

I am like a poisoned chalice, beautiful on the outside but deadly within.

I am a river.