The Gift Of Giving

riddled to belittle not or rile up the might of an almighty river,

little ripples run a muck leading undead moss ridden willows lustful for mud hugging skipper hopper ribbiters and other fellow critters,

early for dusk, late for dawn,barren hollow aged bark bellow trickle me bottom-top,

sprinkle the drops of drip tie dye healing liquid,

for every flock may not fly the falling of water ponuth' hardeth rocks of the stones once upon a time thrown that knows not,

the calling of the river flows not knowing where he is going,

unrootedness, vital needs not the source of the rightfully wrong vile dumping of the dranketh befouled pour,

desolate forest charred withered alive overpopulated of gaping fish skinned hung, dry and high,

fleshly land dwellers yearn soil of which flows freely as mystic water holds the key for springs uphailing reign,

the star vessels overlook the sinketh' afloat grounded sky rippened,blackened and eroded,

the crops cry hinting hunger, be wary of arsenic oil spiller fickle sicklers,

sparkling water listens whilst simultaneously rushing continuously towards the canvas of grey valleys,

awaiting anointment; being, belonging and beyond,

fierce and fearless akin the inextinguishable fiery spirit of love ..one for all..all for one...no love is lost.