She is Dying

I can see the transfixing sight

As the water drifts more

Down the twisting and turning lane.

She is as gentle as a roaming cat

Looking for her prey.

The wind blows through my hair 

As fast as river rapids

Gliding on top of the cold calm water. 

The fish that live below race along beside me;

I wonder if anything could take this away.

The exhilarating feeling of flying overcomes me

Over this city of wonders down below.

Though, as I look closer,

The river is in pain;

The rubbish has consumed her

And we hide away in shame.

This source of life is dead as driftwood,

The creatures within her dying away.

You need to save her before it is too late;

Get out there and make a change!