The River
Observing nature is odd
Sitting there me and my rod
A sunken log
A croaking frog
The river to me seem flawed
I see some boulders cleaving the stream
The surface of the water loosing its gleam
The rapids cascade
The boulders fade
The noise and sight is a kind of dream
I feel the cold on me creeping
The wind picks up its sweeping
The sun goes down
The water turns brown
The river will not be sleeping
Out come the animals surrounding the shore
Owls, raccoons, foxes galore
All come meeting
Each have a greeting
Hoots and calls more than before
They all have their duties every one
They don't sleep until they're done
Fish and hunt
Squeal and grunt
All are busy sleeping are none
They make the river come alive
They have a home and thrive
Becoming one
And having fun
At some conclusion I arrive
With ugly additions the river is lawless
But animals can bring some solace
Working together
Despite the weather
They make the scene flawless