Just ahead lay a stream of gushing waters
pebbles waylaid by deep trenches
of sunken riverbeds..
The green of the leaves sometimes envelopes
the scenic glory
Sometimes they lay hidden in
trees that are overgrown and vouch
itself an added sight for pleasure..
And sometimes they lay limp
their days of living an end in decay..
The rocks the stronghold akin the boulders of strength
A Riverbed of Crossing it marks itself out for men..
The hidden treasures of the deep unknown to some
and known to many as the re-creation
of undiscovered landscape
found among the unraveled.