River

There’s a harsh river that’s flowing outside, I can hear it from inside the house; While I’m still slumbering after my rouse – It is tugging the sand and eroding the riverside. It is uprooting tragically the trees from within; Yes it’s quite ugly in its flow –I don’t tease, It’s true because it is breaking its new lease; I surmise, its turbulent flow breaks a fish a fin. And to add, the rain is pouring heavily with hail still, Intensifying its flow at riptide; I hear a ripple in fine And fast rough water that breaks the riverine – And the sound of shivering and swaying water lily. And as sweet with these admixture of sounds I fall asleep; As solely does the sleep in sound mine is just too deep.