Simply Poetry

Rivers Flow

Rivers flow from springs of marble white
Uncontrolled they soak the ragged dial
Never knowing when the drought may come
Battles are fought and won in disguise

Fertile lands delay assured demise
Spreading seeds and fruit, swatting the flies
What it sows, it reaps in certainty
But even rich lands are salted sea

Iron is forged on the isles to the side
Lava flows with fire and brightness shines
Night comes too soon yet not soon enough
And the metal loses its fine spline

These are the scenes of a river dried
Consolations of unfertile times
Indiscriminate advances dull
Leaving nothing but an empty hull

Let the words of an old sailor guide
Take heed of the message and abide
Avoid the salty seas at all costs
And especially the volcanoes
Unless you wish for all to be lost.