poetry

"Riverspeak"

There is a language rivers speak
In anticipation of the sea,
Winding in each arcing path
Past ancient rock & leaning tree.
Sometimes it sounds like whispering
And then a lullaby,
Of touching mother earth 
While gazing up at all that clear blue sky.
There is a language rivers speak
In anticipation of the sea,
At first salt breeze of ocean shore
He calls in echo to her roar.