Mountainous grey clouds appear
As raindrops trickle on our faces,
Soon to be a waterfall.
We rush under a branch
As thunder claps
And forked lightning dances
In the river valley.
The sky changes to a grey blue hue,
Ushering in a silenced hush.
Then the birds sing, tweet,
Whistle and chirp as squirrels chatter
In a musical ensemble.
We smile at each other
As Muttart sparkles
Like the diamond on your hand.
Then we start to dance
To the music
Of nature’s band,
Turning, bowing, hand in hand.
A river valley waltz.
Stopping, smiling and warm in spirit
We laugh and give thanks
For our river valley dance.

Year: 
2015
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