River

Each day that clear water runs over the green Morse on the rocks. I can still hear the pulsing raging rhythm like ticking clocks. River knows everything. From summer to early spring. The clothes that were washed and the times that we hushed. To hear secrets within her that dwell. The stories she has to tell.Only then to be washed away without a sound. Never to be found. She knew the many tears that flow. Of many long lost ones a long Time ago.Only with her to remain, never to be spoken again. Many blood has spilled, from many feelings of guilt.Which has washed away by faith. Then again starting with a clean slate. Love has reborn, like the early morning dawn.And just like seeds sprouting out from the earth. Comes a new rebirth.but not to last as seasons past. As generations come an gone.I still welcome her like the early morning dawn.