The River Flows by Kailey Jennings

The river flows quiet and swift

It twists and turns as the waters drift

It branches and breaks-its fingers entwine

It grows and grows-snakes like a vine.

The river with the soft scent of a calm day

With the smell of clean-hanging-still-in the grey

And sweetness carried on the breathe of morning

It caresses the river-the waters flowing.

The river-crystalline from winter melt

And sweet with the summer soon felt

It tastes of springtime-the season between

And flows the river-so blue and clean.

The river-its lazy trickle of water

The musical rhythm-the ocean's daughter

It whispers and murmurs-a song of its own

Playing over and over-in continuous drone.

The river-so clear and cool

The water flows-the color like a jewel

Its soft arms embrace the shore

The river surging from the days before.

The river flows quiet and swift

It twists and turns as the waters drift

It branches and breaks-its fingers in twine

It grows and grows-snakes like a vine.