rivers deep
whirring waters as the pebbles fall into a swirl like motion that dances
the pitter batter of crickets and humming birds
the scene so usual
yet enchanting to escape from
the moss on the trunks create the images of fate
the grass dying in some parts revokes another power
the daises left from the children
remain wilting yet rising up
rivers deep
our rain boots covering the mud
our footprints creating craters amoungst the landscape
our followers of eyes creep behind the shadows
the untold stories of the unknown find their way to our hearts
the heart of the river is once again known
rivers deep
run run for what hope that stayed for us will be captured
for what we know
is not what is known
for we are the river children and all we know is
rivers deep
Copyrighted MyTimeWasYesterday
