Tumbling, swerving, playing, That’s the life of a river. Hundreds of mirrors cover my surface, Reflecting the gleaming sun. Pushing, wrestling, moving, Rocks and trees out of my path, To the colossal, turquoise ocean. My watery path, many creatures, Thrive in, Live in, Play in. Yet sometimes, I find I get trash, Litter, And even sewage in my currents. And, That, Kills, Everything. And I can not stop it. But my currents will always continue, Tumbling, swerving, playing, Pushing, wrestling, moving, That’s the life of a river.