All day he waits—
slick stones resting on his dry bed,
his flow,
a visage set for the rain that will come.
His channel,
deep and wide,
etched with stories.
In beautiful Sabana Grande,
he is known for strength—
the Guanajibo River.
From his slumber he will rise,
a mighty titan,
booming, rushing forward,
conquering—
The earth, dry to the bone,
and the tree in his way,
deeply rooted—
trembles,
breaks,
yields,
as the river’s fury will
roar once again.