The Mother River of Winnyver (Aug. 18, 1994)

Once there was a kind Mother River,
In the faded paradise of Winnyver,
Green pastures, gold plains along with her,
Flock of lambs, school of fishes, lived with fair.

Carnations, Ivies, Tulips made her dainty,
Swans, Flamingos, Cormorants enjoyed her beauty,
As clear as crystal was her body,
Faunas and floras were her babies.

Very essential, day by day,
Even hills wanted to kiss her and lay,
Breeze of gentle wind meets her in the month of May,
Lamp of heaven's rays extend on a summer day.

Like a wary mother, yet so glad to stare,
When little fairies came to her and play,
When lads and lasses swim with her, she cares,
Her face grins with the nudes and bares.

Long yet narrow path, thread-like on a Creator's sight,
Still fond at night, Lover is the sheen of a moonlight,
Companion of Evergreen trees, all year round,
Reed plants and lilies grew with her, provider of the fertile mound.

The daisies blossomed, Cedar's leaves died,
Autumn came, days swiftly gone by,
A very bleak time in a season of winter,
Spring came, Now, here is the summer.













Beyond the horizon, men created synthetic world,
Where they are the kings, they are the lords,
They created many destructive dragons,
Who blew toxic flames, fatal poisons.

Then the destroyer's wit became greater and wicker,
They conquered even the unceasing fairies power,
No more hills, floras, pastures, and gold plains,
Endangered faunas escaped, went to the mountains.

The fowls and the birds flew to migrate,
Seeking another mother, another perch to create,
Now the Garden of Winnyver merely vanished,
A great havoc, but why are they punished?







The kind Mother River now yell and yell,
Very dark and undainty, as an ill water of hell,
She's forlorn, gloomy, lost her glory,
A grisly figure and poisonous body.

Mother River now wan and despair,
Groaned aloud to gain someone's care,
The old dying river was so tired and weary,
Yesteryears, wonderful yores, now only a memory.