Contrasting colours

Near the bush there is a river
Trickles gently past the muddy banks
It is a home, a mother, a feeder, a healer, a giver
And in return the natural world provides their thanks

But when the river's gifts are not returned
Then the river becomes a nightmare, a destroyer, a killer
And engulfs others till the lesson has been learned
After the mighty roar becomes a mere whisper

So let this be a lesson to you
Don’t hurt your protector, she will come for you