The river's a roamer, a hearbeat, a star
She refuses to stay,
And runs really far.

The river's a string,
Through valley and town,
A light, blue ribbon,
Looping around.

The river's a flower,
As calm as a bird,
She drifts 'round the forest,
And is rarely ever heard.

She's quiet as she sways,
And turns in different ways,
She likes to dance along,
To the rythm of her song.

The river's a dancer
She twists and she flows,
She moves so smoothly,
As she preforms her shows.

Inspiration from: Valerie bloom
This poem by Aleksandra Macholla
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