The river

I hear….

I hear the water rush into the rocks and it makes a gulping sound

I heard the motors of vehicles fly over the bridge

I hear the wind flow through the grass

foot steps crushing the tiny shells where a living creature used to be

A plane, thousands of meters off the ground but still close enough the hear it pass by

I see…

a beaver damn, to me a clutter of wood, to them somewhere they call home

I see the ripples in the water racing down the river just like in a race

I see the clouds, hiding behind the trees somewhat scared to come out

I see the light shinning on the rocks giving it a a gold sparkling look

I see a house, hidden a mile away, protected by trees almost as if it is being sheltered from the real world

I see longs tall trees together with barely any separation closing an gap of view through them

I see the still rocks being crashed upon by the brisk water

I see the flowers, surrounded by grass but still pretty enough to be seen

I smell…

I smell the wind being blown into my face making me take big breath

I smell the clam shells, old, rough, broken awaiting to be admired

I smell fresh air, the same air as everyone around me breathes

I feel….

I feel my hair blows back from around my face

I feel relaxed, calm and refreshed

I feel the bumpy rock, which i used for a cushion

I feel alone, even though so many living organisms surround me

I see the turtle that pops his head up grasp a breath of air

His dark, deep eyes starring into mine

Him swimming away, his back to me as if he was implying that it was his territory

Then he drifted back to where he came from