The tributary was anything but dreary,
It was living but not animate.
Nothing is able to stop the passion and dedication of its current.
It was unvoiced
but spoke so loudly.
Nature, its best friend,
yet greatest adversary.
The aroma of the watercourse, it's tranquil but agitated.
It has many comrades,
But also many violators that fill it with unwanted waste.
It is an abode to many organisms.
It is cherished and ignored.
It is the Flint… Continue
Posted on May 13, 2009 at 8:30am — 1 Comment