Swan River

The grass is green and healthy

Just been freshly cut,

But then the lawn stops suddenly

And the drop of the earth is abrupt.

The angle of this is steep

And the view down there is immense,

But man being the destroyer that he is

Has spoilt this by building a fence.

But it’s there at the bottom

That you see something ever so rare,

It is one of nature’s beauties

That you can’t help but stop and stare.

It’s the slow and twisting movement

The dark colour and rippling pace,

It’s our beautiful Swan River

Getting lost in this man made place.

The banks are still spotted with trees

That man has not yet ruined,

The wildlife has become unimportant

Because they are not human.

But you may still see a splash of a fish

Or a duck on the river that flows,

You may even hear a chirp of a bird

But for how long nobody knows.

From there you look on further

And the view is not so pretty,

Man made buildings start popping up

And there you have the city.

But there’s one thing man can not ruin

And that’s the peaceful calming river running out to sea,

A calm and peace that no man will ever know or feel

No matter what he tries to be.

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