Deep and Through it

The River came crashing down one day
Where all the fishies like to play
The River came crashing down to say,
"Kerplash, glib glub, cherchoffen."

It sounded like joy and peace combined
Like hope and glee had intertwined
and bubbling over stones that time
had not removed, but softened.

The River came wiggling down its course
It's cadent voice did not get hoarse.
It did not ask me why, just poured
itself out. Deep and through it.

The River, it did not show the way
my path would flow. It did not say
"You'll be ok, sweet child"  as day
was breaking. But I knew it.