Crashing Rivers

Crashing through the barriers

on a wet, and windy day.

Made for protection, of every living thing

Comes mud, and slime, and tree trunks

From the mountainous, rough terrains.

 

Increasing resemblance of tornadoes

Are rivers once tranquil.

Cascading growth are waterfalls, not

But rivers bursting, edges off

Nature, hath they fled.

 

Until we’re blessed with warmth, and sun

And all is done, and said.

So for now our rivers mountainous

Must they continuously crash, through

Concrete gates and over valleys green

And serene.

 

© Sharon-Elizabeth Walker, 2012.

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