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The Upwind of a River
It seems...no matter how long or short...fast or slow...the river seems to make extraordinary turns of jagged delay,
A ruthless band of Piranhas making their way along the waters of the murky depths...a kayak drifts by,
There are no survivors onboard...the slow pull of the river current sweeping the kayak along..piranhas looking on over the waters gleam,
The timing of everything and anything can be found just along the rivers reflection...seemingly collecting memories.
It is just the start of a great journey...the hundred mile long span of the river wobbles back and forth in lethal turns upon the the liquid path,
If ever it can be called a resounding feature...the sunlit glaze across the river's frozen stance in dead winds,
A tree branch snaps...a caterpillar shell falling through the air and eventually smacks the forest floor along the rivers edge,
The air around the shell is eerily silent...a sudden crack in the shell as a butterfly appears for all to see.
The sound of an Ent can be heard screaming in the distance...non organic machinery heard doing it's damage upon the trees,
Animals scurry up the river...their curiosity most certainly the eventual destruction of an entire ecosystem,
Churning and burning of fossil fuels...the monsters of the past quivering at the depletion of Gaia's precious resource,
Earth trembling among the rivers path...trees seen falling at the evil might of razor sharp teeth eating at their bark.
The smoke of the millions of chainsaws ripping through the entities of tree and leaf...Oxygen dying by the second,
The river filled with the bark encrusted murky depths...combinations killing the species as it crawled on,
Man eating plant caught word of unfamiliar tongue...of a great excavation within their home,
Of first discovering new civilizations of old and decayed...but corporate voices stated the building of skyscrapers...a new view...but for the better?
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