My river's not a static fact
no entry in Wikipedia
not here-to-there nor there-and-back
In A-to-Z-opedia.
My river was born on this day
and it will die on another
yet forever find its way
with neither father nor mother.
My river rises in the hills
yet never leaves them behind
a far-flung web of rushing rills
to run till end of time.
I like the style of your
I like the style of your write. Your descriptive views like this, or others such as in wood, carry a truth to the reader discovered through your eyes. Excellent.