The swimming river parted for the weight of her canoe as she dipped her oars and strained against the laughing,swirling currents that threatened to pull her down.
Haunting music of stream as the sweeping water bent more rules.
Like herself hopeful reeds struggling for peace.
For a place in the bed of stone,rock, sand and water.
The birds perched with glittering eyes preying for fish, on prey for life.
The air a mix of the river smells, the trees and the sky.