River might

RIVER MIGHT Surging and seething, finding a course, Devouring, unstable, emotional torrent, Casting before the debris of nature’s intent, Adrift in the merciless current as it was meant. Gouging the face of the plateau and plain, Angry and swollen from life giving rain. The beast is unleashed to encroach upon man, Cesspools of turmoil in nature’s great plan. Undermining statuesque giants of great forest trees, Lifting, tossing, displacing, with indifferent ease, Roaring with thunder through escarpments wide, Behold! The river holds demonic spirits inside. Plundering, thundering, moving mud and debris, Devastation, destruction, far as one can see. Drowning the labour of frail arrogant man, Attempting to thwart rivers majesty again. Spreading, encroaching, engulfing the earth, Seeking the ocean, from whence it found birth, Nothing is safe, neither field, beast or man, Breaking levees, bending bridges, outward does span. Mother nature, the instrument of almighty force, From gentle sweet music herself does divorce. Riding the crest of disruption, in this great flood. All the forces of evil, yet screaming for blood. Yet, look! Flood abating, water levels recede, Acknowledging Mother Earth’s fulfilled need. Greatest plan of the master, a devious plot, Quenching parched dry land, leaving debris to rot. How great is the roar, intimidating the might? Yet, behold, in the morn, with the first ray of light, She fulfilled obligation to all roaming free, Nourishment to the earth, in her vagrant spree. Written December 20th, 2001 © on Dec 20 2001 12:28 AM PST, Patricia Rosenberg   0 • 10