Mud by the River

Precious liquid pounds through its rivers,
As the mud of its shores looks
Upon the blue-green beauty of the sea.
Butterflies fly from flower to flower
Just south of the raging rivers.

Winter is changing to spring
The warmth of the sun defrosts all the cold.
Flowers bloom, and birds start to sing
But with spring there is rain
But once summer comes there is no such thing

Summer, all day, every day, there is sun.
Smiles, laughter, and fun,
Nothing could be better.
Then the weather starts to change.
And fall begins.

Leaves start falling off the trees
And the laughter fades.
The rivers pounding subsides
Returning to a gentile flow
And the butterflies fly away

But the mud next to the rivers
Still looks at the beauty of the blue-green ocean
Yearning, wanting nothing more
Then to watch its beauty
As it gets taken away by the pounding of the rivers