Aa Harvey

The river

The river.

In waves it flows and rages full;

In moonlight it slows and trickles still.

In sunshine it roars a tumultuous call.

The river flows throughout the seasons and throughout the hills.

Down in the valley, the water still runs;

At first just a drip, then a tidal wave. Its source is unknown.

It echoes throughout the mountains as if fired from a gun;

Its voice tells the same story as it did long ago.

Its people swim freely, never knowing they are entrapped;

Beneath its surface, a civilization is formed.

It gives birth to life and also takes it back;

The river is still flowing…the sunshine is still warm.

The river was eternal, long before the age of man;

Who are we to change nature and build a dam?

Let the beaver’s beaver away and do as they must to be nourished.

Allow nature to do what is necessary and this world will flourish.