River

River

Emma Dorsey 2018

Trickling, down one drop at a time,

Washing away the things of old,

Making way for new things to unfold.

Turning, churning every step of the way,

Reeling from side to side with the tide

Giving way to exciting ride.

Molding, shaping all things that gets in its way.

Rocks turn to pebbles and grit.

Green algae grows near places that sit.

Rolling down straight to the sea,

Giving breath of life for all to see.

River wash away my fears and pain,

To give my life a chance to regain.