The rivers knows me,
an aspiration with pain thrown in
She wants to exist
Feeding the wild, rapidly free
Man has his own fate
He takes her rights
She fights,
soaking up every drop from the sky
He needs to feed the envy
She has dry tears in her muddy puddle up fear
Mocked by the image of life,
she had once thrived
The world turns an eye in disgust
Her only objective was to nourish and love