Analysis of River

A winding, binding flash of blue,
with a distinct green hue,
and little pebbles all littered around,
the river has a lot of treasure to be found.

Flowers, herbs and ferns all surround,
the river is alive, its heart a pound,
with little frogs all croaking a cry,
it seems as if it's washed with dye.

The river peeks, opening an eye,
the swallows around let out a happy sigh,
as they look at the gurgling waters,
rippling, whining together - a blur of chatterers.

The wind, a ripple through the river,
it gossips around the waters,
and laughs and groans and tells tales about,
how the glitters get shorter.

The trees all lean in, ears filled with dew,
trying to catch sight of the river's view,
but the wind just plays about,
and mist and foam all boast out loud.

The river gurgles and glitters a gem,
making the wind go staring mayhem,
as the sun peeps out from its bed,
making the river a glitter ahead.

A winding blinding flash of blue,
with a distinct green hue,
flowers, herbs and ferns surround,
the river is alive, its heart a pound.
- By Jiya Doshi