the river.

This poem was created by the Hudson River, as I was chilling, overlooking the Washington Bridge as the Sun was about to Set.


The River
By: Divine Giray

The river looks universal from the cloister mount
on the north end of this borough called Manhattan
I feel as if I am an architect that can craft
Anything beneath my fingertips
like I have some kind of control
of life
Reality speaks to me
and tells me if it wasn't meant to be
then let it go
don't hold on to the pain
let your life flow
Accept the water
and let yourself grow
Trees will form
and the pastures will flourish
in nurturing green scenery
and you will give birth
to the glory of the earth
amongst infinite re births.
And you will witness creation
and breakthroughs of ideas and dreams aglow.
You are the ruler of life.

& this is how the river makes me fell