The river runs wild.

The river runs wild, the river runs true.
It soothes you through, and through.
On a windy day you can hear it's roar.
To see the eagles soar high above.
And watch the cubs from below.
When the storm rolls in the action begins.
It's like a wild beast that you can not tame.
It crashes against rocks, and plains.
It takes away any thing in it's path.
Without ever looking back.
The leaves crash against the rocks.
The sticks collied.
The fish go way down below.
After the storm is at in.
The river returns to it's natural form again.
So when you go by one. Just sit a spell.
And enjoy the beauty and the stories it tells.

very nice

Yet another of my favorites and this author leaves me curious for more. Her talent is quite entertaining, hope she would consider publishing her work one day.

excellent

nice image