By: Matthew Aasen
It rushes forward like a highway in unstoppable motion
So much as a tip-toe could drag you in and run you over
In perfect pattern it stays consistent
even when the leaves from the trees defending it wither to dust
It will topple you onto your knees, put you in your place
Defenseless.
Like a king standing over you with a guard and an axe
And it roars like a lion
With a blue mane
and liquid treasure, melted gold
Thr rivers mist is a magic spell, lifting you up with it
But you choose to look down
Once you peer into it and seek your hearts desire
All you will see us yourself
Gazing and yearning for more
Deep into your eyes
It gives no answers and tells no lies
Yet it’s always there in full glory
The king of the world
I’d love to know what inspired you to write about a river. Excellent figurative language!