Fraser River Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Fraser River

The roses smelled well,
And the sweet songs of birds.

Observing far and near
Sat silent for hours…

With a soft, appearance
Holy guest rode a wave,
On the Fraser River.

A breeze on the water
Joyfully danced away.

The currents rattled bell:
"Summer is on its way."

Sun was king, his highness,
Set the rules with orders:
"The clouds must remain-
Powerless, and worthless."

Saw boats move, travel,
Float homes, all settled,
And owners roll in beds,
Half asleep, half awake.

And above the roses
Flew a hummingbird,
To defend its chicken,
Resting inside the nest.