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