The River

The river. In waves it flows and rages full; In moonlight it slows and trickles still. In sunshine it roars a tumultuous call. The river flows throughout the seasons and throughout the hills. Down in the valley, the water still runs; At first just a drip, then a tidal wave. Its source is unknown. It echoes throughout the mountains as if fired from a gun; Its voice tells the same story as it did long ago. Its people swim freely, never knowing they are entrapped; Beneath its surface, a civilization is formed. It gives birth to life and also takes it back; The river is still flowing…the sunshine is still warm. The river was eternal, long before the age of man; Who are we to change nature and build a dam? Let the beaver’s beaver away and do as they must to be nourished. Allow nature to do what is necessary and this world will flourish. (C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.