The rolling river

Stained smudged brown is the rolling river meandering through the valley betwixt shudddering shiver..effortlessly exploding from the waterfall like a menacing psycopathical insane  screwball..as fierce as a lion with a deafening roar, an eruption of impressive, vomiting outpour

Showering shreaded torrents with threaded flows shining whilst sparking thru summer’s sunshine glows..eternally effervescent, bubbling forevermore.. a perpetually, in perpetuum , reservoir

Spilling, splurging, undulating on and on.. til the timelessness of existence..a twelth of never marathon..a freshwater, natural running brook.. such an endless open story book..by and by.. rolls the river on it’s journey to the sea..like a raging inferno from a stormy banshee