Rivers

Send us Fan MailRiversIn the silence of morning, through the tunnels of rain, the clouds of darkness, the hidden whispers of winds, turning, resting, moaning in the sighs of falling leaves, and trees, if you stop, and listen, step away from the hurried lights, the moving, racing chase of the dash to seize the day,to look behind the shadowsupon the slow forgotten walk of footsteps,the climbto viewthe open spaces,the rooftopsof early autumn,chimney firesand beyondthe long fingers of dawnupon the crouchinghidden hills, you can seethe opening paths,for riversof life, changeand motion,futures beckoningbeing bornto [email protected]