THE RIVER OF LIFE

Last week,

It was full

Of fury;

Its waves

Crashed against

The shore;

The winds

Bent the trees

Tour the limbs

And tossed them

Like twigs;

The damage

Is still evident.

The power

Of the sound

Was deafening.

Yesterday,

It was like murky glass;

Calm and smooth;

Not a breeze;

Not a sound;

Under

An overcast sky.

Today,

Under clear blue skies,

A slight breeze

Creates moving sparkles

As the birds

Hover overhead,

Searching

Its very depths.

The birds

And the breeze

Create a symphony

In the trees.

Who knows

What tomorrow

Will bring?