River Poem by jamie LOPEZ

AS a child I run down the hill a I grow I BECOME STRONG AND ROUGH BUT YET CALM AND GENTLE MY TEMPERATURE CHANGING FROM HOT TO COLD. I MAINTAINA BALANCE WITH IN WHISPERS OF MY NAME ESCAPE ME IN THE WOODS LIFE FLOURISHES WITHIN ME AND I HOUSE NOURISH AND PROTECT THEM MEETING OTHER BODIES AND BECOMING ONE, STRONGER UNITED NO LONGER HAVEING CON TROL OF MYSELF, CHANGED BUT YET THE SAME. I FEEL FREE BUT AT THE SAME TIME IM DEAD.