Spring River

Spring river, spring river,

Showing her tears from winter,

Fierce, fast, and full of fury,

Her friends looking so dreary,

Surrounded by trees of dead,

T’was as if she had said,

There’s no life here anymore,

‘Cept when you look at her shore,

There’s definitely signs of life,

That have survived winter’s strife,

We all know it won’t be long,

For her friends to become strong,

As her rushing rapids release their sting,

She has shown her first sign of spring.

                                                                      Ron McNabb