When The Rivers Rose Poem by Natasa To

The river spoke in a restless tone,
A voice of water, deep as stone.
It climbed the banks with silent might,
And swallowed fields by morning light.

Bridges trembled, streets grew still,
Rain obeyed no human will.
Roofs became small islands bare,
While hope was carried through the air.

Hands reached out through wind and rain,
Strangers eased a stranger's pain.
Boats became the threads of grace,
Crossing waters none could chase.

Though homes were lost and skies were gray,
The human heart refused to sway.
For even where the flood ran deep,
Compassion would not fall asleep.

One day the waters will retreat,
And flowers bloom where currents meet.
The river's scars may long remain,
Yet hope will rise beyond the rain.