River Row Poem by Antonio Liao

waiting candid a little blow, hurriedly
want to settle down without throw,
something special with anything that
makes a glow in a big horn the
wind blew

hey! come and listen for me
the river go as far as I know; somewhere
behind the green
the Lilies float in the strong current
it will grow

white paddle mark great current
in far distance the river will go, waiting
the rain comes in the soil
makes it drain and the water spoil the
green, unless it will rain

fresh face smile, delay taste come
for a while, for the river that overflow
into the ocean goes

waves float as the wind follows in the
ocean row that forever grows...