By Billie Daddario
The sun’s reflection sparkles
It seems to bubble and laugh.
It’s wide here, but narrows as it bends gracefully
Red, brown and green with a frosting of white bubble foam.
Framed on both sides by leafy green trees and lush grass
In the trees birds that chirp over the bubbling torrent
Soon the river will slow to a trickle, and the birds will be silent
Soon the green will be bare.
Soon snow and ice will cover the ground
Now the sun’s reflection sparkles
It seems to bubble and laugh
The river bubbles and laughs