Winding River
The time is early spring
The glacier melts into a fresh spring
The birds in the forests begin to sing
The magpie in her nest puts found by her golden ring
The spring turns into a stream and fallows the butterfly
That has a on its wings ornament in shape of an eye
As the butterfly will fly
More water the nearby streams will supply
Stream turns into the river that is winding through countryside
On the way it sees the wolf that in the forest will hide
The deer will drink from it when their mouths will dry
Above it hawk with his keen eyesight through the air will glide
The dam made by assiduous beavers is laying in the way
During the night the visage of the river reflects the stars of Milky Way
Latter the river passes by stacks of hay
And children swim in it during the day
Fallowing the otters to the canyon river flows
The rapids make sound that through the valley echoes
The white water makes powerful billows
On the canyon walls there are remains of ancient past that in time froze
Those remains are of mosasurs that are hidden in those walls
Sometimes a bone to the river falls
They are clues to the earth’s past and maybe to future that it befalls
As well as hidden hand the soul of earth that from the ancient time calls
To complete its destiny
The river will flow into the sea
That with its violet blue eyes looks up to skies mystery
Its magnificence and majesty written in spirits’ essence like words on a trophy
Copyright © Patrycjusz Kopec | Year Posted 2013
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