From high upon mighty mountains,to lucious valleys below

Curves the mighty river,in search of banks to over flow

To look upon mighty river,so soft,does she seem

Oh,but it be a ruse,with mighty power,does she scream

 

The mighty oak, has she broken,as she bores out her rath

The terror that reigns,as she rolls upon her destructive path

Her beauty can turn to fury,with but a drenching storm

An the land shall change its form,as over banks she swarms

 

So respect this beauty of nature,when so peaceful,she may seem

Remember,despite her beauty,the horror she maybe

She is but a mighty force,as before you ,the river screams

Oh,but to think,she was once a little stream

 

                                 Author : George A Bryant Jr.

                                        September 2,2004

                                        2:51 AM  EDT 

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