River  

The river appears from lofty mountain peaks.

It splashes and sparkles on rocks,

and flows smoothly past logs.

But like a train gathering speed

it hurries, cascading down

toward the fertile valley,

to the deep green forest.

Yelling loudly, it crashes.

Ranting and raving it fights,

pushing toward the land below.

Roaring and rushing, it makes its descent.

Upon reaching the expanse of the valley

it’s lost in the clutches of the forest.

But still onward, ever onward.

By : Nathaniel Schmucker