The River’s Nurture

The sun glistens
off the water
shining through the deep
river,
to show her many layers.

She roars gently,
but enough to be heard
being provoked by the wind.

As the sounds of the ripples
crash the rocks that outline her body
the garbage lay deep
through the layers of brown
water
the remnants of her
past,
and pollution
of her long existence.

The muck tells a story
one she is proud of.
even though the river appears dirty,
brown,
and warn down,
she is strong,
beautiful,
and calming.

Calming to those who
sit by her
confide in her
with a book,
a journal,
a story.