|
|
Clear, crisp, gentle yet powerful, Those are the words that can barley Be used in the same dimension Of existence that describes that river. The waters that flow are so wonderful That anything else can’t be fairly Close to the release in the tension Within a man as the water can deliver. Clean as the heavens above her Current carries with it my soul That is lost on the way to find The vast ever expanding ocean. Although she is calm I prefer That I am careful not to stroll Too close for all of mankind Cannot disturb her gentle motion. If man is a fool and disturbs her peace, Then all the rivers in return shall cease. |
How beautifully passionate. You must have strong ties to nature and her everchanging tears. The rivers reflect her moods in my opinion. Rushing and grabbing when she is angry. And calm and peaceful when she is at rest. You are right of course. We must tred lightly on this dear earth or everything we know, all the things that sustain our life and give us breath will die and cease to be. I look forward to reading more of your work in the future. And I can only hope that hey are atleast half as filled with passion as this. | Posted on 2007-06-24 00:00:00 | by chilz | [ Reply to This ] | |