Poem - Darya


Rivers have ever been our companions, our confidants,

Flowing peacefully and silently toward the sea.

Sometimes their brows furrow, and with shouts and roars,

They sweep all before them in a torrent.

But destruction and oppression are not their true character;

Instead, the boons they provide for us are legion.

They provide energy that dispels darkness,

And power the industries that employ us.

They quench the parched earth and water crops,

Feeding humans and animals alike.

Over their chests move ships;

Rivers welcome travelers and become thoroughfares,

Bearing people to their destinations.

Rivers have no responsibility; they owe us nothing,

But offer restful beauty to eager eyes.

They are selfless and ask nothing in exchange for all they offer,

Except thoughtful respect, and to be understood.