oh! Yes, I am river,sparks like silver,
Have always,freshwater,coming from haunts of hern,
Used to mingle with my pa ocean,
which is my vast destine,
Home for masses of species of insects,
mammals to amphibians,reptiles to fishes,Turtles to crocodiles,otters to ducks,
Everything part of me until they extinct
By all means,have place for green,
Hydrilla, a blossom villa ,for fish,
Form bale underneath me,
Spikerush,rushes along with me,
creek or brook, called my stream,
sparkles ,whenever falls a beam,
To bicker down a valley,
And to glitter like a Goldy.
©jayasree
J