The river trickles day by day,
Most of its whole has evaporated away,
Yet it continues almost representing itself as a tear,
Wasted on lawns and every day use,
I watch as the natural world packs up and moves,
From the turtle and the frog, to the crane who once fed by its edge,
The river has become a canyon and the edge has become more of a ledge,
Ducks and swans who once filled the pools and off shoots now sift threw mud hoping the river will deliver,
They hunger but the food has vanished with the last trickle of life, man has taken its last bit of hope and has wasted everything in sight,
The rivers last tears dry up, once alive and full of life,
now just a bed of dirt, a lifeless pile of dust and stone,
I shed a tear, I miss the river, now that its gone......
Originally Posted On Site: 2006-07-17 11:52:47
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