The river

The river is where is where the herrings wait
Then fly swooping low, wings spread, hoping to catch the unprepared
The fish weave their bodies through their murky grave...hoping to be saved but never to be free

It flows as gracefully as an elegant dancer mid performance
It weaves and turns but is always calming..never rough
Unlike the sea it has no need to be fast, it takes its time
As it passes over rocks it splashes then settles...remains calm

The river is where the children swim...wading through the water with smiles upon their faces
They cry names of familiar faces...looking at familiar places on this sunny afternoon!
Feeling the cool breeze upon their cheeks as the water wraps around them
They splash the water and it cascades like rain upon the heads of the innocent

The river is that place you had your first kiss
Laying under the stars...you thought life could never be better
You pulled her tight...locking her in an embrace
As you wrapped her up in your silk scarf...you were young then

Now the river sits alone and destitute
The people that visit ignore its beauty or just don't see it
The dogs swim but the children are playing in the grass
The birds still sit waiting for their chance but the fish are barely present

The river is where dreams are made and nights are spent
Where we come to relax and where we come to repent
The river is many things to many people
But one thing it is not is eternal