The River's Song

A poem I wrote one day while on a field trip to a river

The River's Song

The water bubbles cheerfully while voices die away

It would make no difference were it night or day

The spider in his intricate web would always crawl

The shapely vines would creep up rocks however big or small

Dripping tendrils of water would precariously descend

Down into the kindly leaves as if cradling a friend

A bird would cry its joyous song

Never a care of what is right or what is wrong

I place my foot upon a rock dazzled by nature’s wonders

The sights the smells and even her blunders

While I balance lightly being careful not to slip

The water gurgles as if daring me to take a dip

The pebbles and rocks heave as I come ashore

Disrupted by my feet, they are no longer a plain, dull floor

Sunshine pierces through the trees as pen and paper scratch

Lighting up my words as if lighting up a match

Here I sit on a warm October day

Making sure that my paper won’t fly away

This place will be a memory soon, a mere flash of light

And yet still I will hold the song of the river tight