The River Poem by Dom Hunt

It's flows cold and swift
Warms my heart
This ancient river
Comes from distance mountains 
 lost spring in the clouds
A trickle gathers
Meanders carelessly through earth
Making it's own way
Never ending is it's flow
Spilling into  the salty abyss
It speaks to me
Pleasant is it voice
Calming, soothing
Worries flow away in the current
Peace descends 
Ancient river shows
To meander through life
Making my own way
Being one with your soul
Till you to can flow
To eternitys glorious glow