The voice of the river slams on the rocks
- an orchestra of water.
The rocks on the bank of the river
slither with slime- the skin of a snake full of venom.
The smell of fish filters into the air
moving into the wildness - a wolf from the woods to find some protein.
The cold air is one of my sisters pinching at my skin
that's covered with bumps from nowhere.
The mountain is a lion standing tall and strong
watching over himself and his tribe.
Above is the dark gloomy clouds waiting to breath out lightning
at the mountain, as if someone comes to attack the lion.
Who made Mother Nature so frustrated
to make her roar with thunder?
Who erased out the lightness of the bright blue sky?
Who transformed the river
into water that slams against the rock to get to its destination?
Art work by: Petrus van der Velden.