The pit of rivers winds

         through

                      the

                           Trees

                                      Like

                                             a snake,

the smooth skales slowly erode    the dirt like the silky water

the water then reaching its resting point the stress is gone it is altogether one group of restless water

now it is forever stuck in this place    of complete despair where sad memories are stored and sorrow is kept soaking deeper into the depths so far away but still lingering

the fresh water held under like it is suffocating but it struggles to the top to only

fall

        further and

         further away