River
It is like a snake,
creeping through the grass.
It calls to you,
as it rushes on its way.
It whispers to you,
as you watch it flow.
It sings to you,
soothing you through your troubles.
It kisses your feet,
as you silently wade in.
It sweeps up your sorrow,
as it churns around your body.
It plays with your mind,
as it hypnotizes your soul.
You follow it with shouts of laughter,
it is willing you to come.
A breeze pushes you onward,
it gets stronger as you walk.
It is a river like no other,
it speaks to you softly,
if you ever come across the river,
let yourself fall into its trance,
it is something you will only experience once.
Copyright © Jill Spitz | Year Posted 2011
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