River song

I recall a memory

A tall tale to trudge along

A story of a river

as it speaks its serene song

It sings of trees and cracks

In mud

The textured dark substance

A raging color of burnt blood

Poisoning it’s existence

 

Yet the symbol of this river

Still stands among the rocks

And whispers underneath the grass

a magical land of moss

 

A story of children so strong

Splashing in jungle waters

From sunrise to dawn

Mothers waiting

for their children playing

as they hear them sing their song

 

sipping green tea on wood rafts

swinging from the vines by night

Falling backwards off the ropes

Risking all the trust in their might

 

Old cotton blankets lie in the sun

As they soak up the light in the tide

the mothers clean and rinse them out

With a passioned intent to remember the sight 

 

Only in memories can a song fulfill

A child’s life and a child’s will

So what better than

A soaked cloak tan

As a symbol of the never ending jungle tale