rivers flowing to the sky
rivers stretch and sigh
when winds pass by
flowing into dome or bowl
pouring out the buried soul
rivers frozen now release
steady paces now increase
bringing still to cease
frozen wintered weathered veins
hailing back the warmer rains
rivers slowly yawn to wake
in the soil their beds to make
and the riches do take
slowly unfurl the green in hand
to cast a shadow across the land
rivers holding nests above
cradling the young thereof
nurtured nature sort of
holding nests, young and eggs
massive arms over buried legs
rivers flowing to the sky
reach the stars so they try
though I wonder why
No comments:
Post a Comment