River

by Harshita Das aged 11

It speeds up, like the winds
The waters, crystal clear
Never stable, crooked and tricky
Boulder to boulder it steers

Plunging deep, by the fall
As cold as a winter storm
Yet sometimes, it’s calm and steady
As if its heart is indeed warm

It crashes on the rocks so hard
Splattering drops, here and there
Violent and unforgiving
Spreading like fire, everywhere

As fast as a hundred horses
As swift and vigilant as a deer
As beautiful as out nature
Strong, without any fear

Even when it finally ends
It gives itself to the ocean to fill
Then, in the ocean it lies
Calm and absolutely still

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