River and Forest

Posted: November 6, 2013 in Poetry
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The river flows through the forest,

never stopping, always rushing,

with it come fish and debris

swept up in its current

then deposited cruelly in a place they do not recognize.

But the trees stand firmly,

proud and tall.

Branches billow in the breeze.

They are quiet homes for birds and other creatures.

They provide food, and they do not protest.

The chaotic river runs wilder and wilder,

gaining speed toward the edge of the forest.

It grabs whatever it can find and

drags these things over the edge

of the forest where

the tranquility is gone.

The fish and the rocks

swept away by the river

perish at the end of their descent.

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