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 ] |