#theriver

And I did it again!

(yes I did the Born in the USA twice because I wasn't sure about the purple part.)

Part 1 below :

The River is mother to many. She is the protector of many. Her children are the fish and plants, insects and reptiles. She feeds the families of bears in the nearby caves and gives a home to to the beavers building their dams. She cares for the creatures of The Earth.

The River feels her emotions deeply. She is in love with The Moon, yet The Moon does not notice her. The Moon is occupied with The Ocean. The River became heartbroken when The Moon did not return her feelings. But instead of getting angry, The River simply cried and decided to feed herself into The Ocean, hoping that her beloved would notice her efforts. However, no matter what The River did, the Moon did not return her feelings. The River would become lost in The Ocean, wishing that The Moon would someday love her.

Then there came The Man.

The Man was aggressive at first. But The River watched. She did not harm him, praying that he would change his ways. For days he waded through her waters, attempting to hunt her fish. The River protected her children, moving them along quickly from where The Man stood. It was the day he finally struck a fish when The River snapped.

The red blood from her child was spilt in her waters. She screamed to The Clouds, begging for them to help her. Within seconds The Clouds turned dark, they covered the skies. Rain began to pour down, and as the water hit The River, her water began to rush. The Man was swept from his feet. His head went under the water, hitting the rocks, drowning him. That’s when The River realized.

Her beloved was watching. The Moon was filled with horror. The River slowed down. She allowed her waves to bring The Man to the shore. The fish in her slowed. It was then that The River looked around. The land was soaked, it would take days to dry out. The Clouds were faint, just barely hanging on. The River began to cry.

The River cried all throughout the night. Her children and The Clouds wept. The Moon stayed silent, still scarred from the aggressiveness of The River.

In the morning, The Man awoke. The skies were gray, for even The Sun felt gloomy. The Sun had asked The Clouds if they could take charge for the day. The birds soared, softly chirping their songs of sadness. The Man began to wander, always staying near The River. The River began to wonder.

“I nearly killed him? How could he still stay near me?”

Eventually The Man picked something up. It was a stone with a sharp end. He began to walk back towards The River. As he walked through the water, he began watching. One of The Rivers children began to swim by, and The Man attempted to stab the water. Before The Man could hit the fish, The River began to come to life. The Thunder roared, giving a warning to The Man. He looked at the sky, and when he attempted to attack another child, the water began to move quickly and The Thunder roared again.

The Man took this as a sign to back away from The River. He looked at The River, then to the sky, then back at The River. The water slowed. The Man went to take a step near The River and noticed the water speeding up once more. The Man took this as a sign to stay out of The River. He began to walk, only stopping for the night.