Drew Fisher - River

Flowing over rocks and hills swift and cautiously,
A snake through the desert sands,
At times a bike through traffic.
When one wishes to hold it up,
it stays and then it leaves,
Like the wind on a trees pushing until it wins.
A child growing as it goes along it’s path
Lightning falling off a cliff
Making the thunder roar
Pushing all that comes to it along it’s weary path
Though the path is long
Never does it grow bored
For in it’s long adventure
There is always a surprise in store.

Drew Fisher

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