Rivers

These are 3 different poems written about what 3 people (someone suffering a loss, a groom and the grooms mother) see when they look at a river

The dark water of the stream was passing by slowly on a normally speeding river, The dim light coming through the tree showing the dead grass and leaves falling off the branches of the breathless trees, No birds singing their beautiful melodies, the washed up sticks on a lifeless shore. No hope to drown out the sorrow

The rushing excited water is flowing peacefully downstream the beautiful sunset showing happy memories yet to come choir of birds enthusiastically chirping bright clear water with carefree fish swimming around. A twinkling seen of new beginnings

The slow drifting water with the single leaf flowing downward the trees starting to look old and dead, the once clear water now a murky gray, a sorrowful tune coming from birds beaks, the fauns running away from their mothers and not looking back. Leaving a safe home