The Way The River Flows Poem by Reanna Thornton

The river flows free
Along the quiet creek bed,
Among the gentle poplar trees,
Not a word is said or heard.

The colored butterflies and gentle leaves
Make a path to the river’s bed
A place where no one grieves
And a harsh word is not spoken.

Where is this river that lies under Heaven’s eyes
Where the silver threads fall from the spider’s silver web,
And the raindrops decorate like diamonds
Fallen from angels’ wings.

This river lies beyond the bend and through the jeweled leaved tress,
The crystal stars and silver moon light the way to the diamond stream
For those who are willing to follow and those who believe their hearts.

This river lies within children’s hearts, minds, and souls
The river flows an uncharted course,
Through worlds unseen and untouched by ordinary people
Except those who choose to believe in nothing at all but their dreams.

Anyone can find this river that flows like liquid silver.
All you have to do is believe in yourself and you will find it.
Uncharted and untouched still as if angels were present there.
All you have to do is believe in yourself