On and on the river rolls

Dark brown runs the rolling river rapidly rushing towards the sea,  silver Salmon swoop and skim swimmingly free . Golden hills on eitherside piked and peaked, saturated sunshine shaded and streaked . A luscious green grassy valley lies betwixt and between with yon whisking waterfall beneath the ravine

So swiftly surges the rivulet tunnelling on it’s trail, triumphantly funnelling through with prevalent prevail . A meandering labyrinthine, tortuous and tangled, continuously carving zigzags of serpentine newfangled . Winding and wandering on it’s journey to the salty sea leaving behind it’s crystal clear water of sensuality . Raging and roaring like a lion with an ache, a’changing and exploring with it’s thunderous quake . On and on the river rolls yet showing no mercy with it’s wake an everlasting, timelessness from Mother nature’s sake