THE RIVER

The River's a wanderer,

   A nomad, a tramp,

He doesn't choose one place

   To set up his camp.

The River's a winder,

    Through valley and hill

He twists and he turns,

     He just cannot be still.

The River's a hoarder,

      And he buries down deep

Those little treasures

      That he wants to keep.

The River's a baby,

       He gurgles and hums,

And sounds like he's happily

       Sucking his thumbs.

The River's a singer,

       As he dances along,

The countryside echoes

       The notes of his song.

The River's a monster,

        Hungry and vexed,

He's gobbled up trees

        And he'll swallow you next.

                                                                            written by: Norsyafiqah Bt. Mohd Hidzir