The River
The river, it no longer flows,
No need to wonder where it goes,
No waves, keep rushing by, all is gone, all is dry,
Pebbles in the river bed,
As heat hangs high overhead,
Forest dry, the trees are brown,
No moisture for them in the ground,
Fire now it abounds,
The animals they scurry
Fear is in their wee small hearts,
As they run for safer parts,
But will there be an escape,
Will they make it to the lake?
All this sorrow, all this pain,
Caused by mans foolishness again.
Will we ever learn?
Copyright by Helen Hummel August 10, 2001 |
