a river dream

like the river running
and passing through the forest
with the ferine trees dipping down their roots
dropping seedlets, inspiring hope
in buds blooming

like that river and it’s passing
ever flowing in spirited enjoyment
and tumbling to remind itself
of rest, of steady course and calm

and the river always pushing forward
serving to exhilarate
the weak and dry throated
a refreshing slip in an impelling dream
clear and true

unless otherwise,
frozen