The River Poem by Douglas McClarty

The babbling river
Has secrets, never told
I stand watching its waters
On a journey to the sea
Then the circle, is reborn
Life sustained, continual
Thirsty mouths quenched
Empty bodies nourished
Gods creatures cleansed
Journey's started here
Others have ended
It giveth and it taketh
Sometimes raging
And then calm and still
Creating a perfect place
Soothing a troubled mind
A place to reflect in silence
Just sit, watch and listen
All sounds blend with the river
Natures orchestra always there
All creation is attracted here
All understand its language.