Rapids

At the early day of spring Beyond forest where nightingale will sing Beyond castle of a ghost of forest king The great river started as a lively spring The river in tributaries grew Pushing it way through Carving canyons and valleys too So strong on very canvas of earth it drew But soon this awesome run turns into mild jog The river winds disappearing somewhere in a fog It turns into a large bog Barely strong enough to push a log The swamp is vital to ecology And it’s secretive and full of majesty But I miss river’s intensity On my soul it left enchantment and history I admire its beauty As I watch I feel something eerie And I think I hope to use that history To change the very momentum of chaos and biology