I Am A River

A poem for the rivers.

I reflect the tree soldiers

That stand to guard my sides.

I move gently a bit

Back and forth with grace

Rhythmical and repetitive.

Smoky greys define my shadows

Greasy white highlights sit atop

Murky blue-green waves.

Leaves have fallen

Not quite to my depths

Hovering beneath the surface.

I mirror the sky,

Or perhaps it mirrors me;

It's hard to say

Which of us came first.

I am a River.

Author's Note

I spell "greys" instead of "grays." They're both correct though, aren't they?