River Flow

The murky, green, monumental mass, rippling in an battling bounce, chopping in equal anarchy. Man's disturbance leaving and sparing no measure, a injected energy an pulsating riveting melody. All as one and all divided, the spoke has broken, but glued in an endless movement. Cracking slightly, fragile, gently grasping, thinly separating and ever-parting. Like dry hollow tarmac, brittle and remanded, The rippling fluid, powered by the gravity of the moon. Giving life an programmed unison, ignoring the intrusion. the glimmering silky motions, glistening in moonlight, in a silent peace. the river in an moving sleep. The beauty lie beneath, the surface shallow from deep, just an meandering spill below our feet. A layer of life, slowly filtering through the hills, a drink for many or you. available when needed, available to choose.