River Banks

Most beauty is invested in bulk, the calming
River soaks. Grief dipped in a hearty portion
Whipping cat tails, passing boats
None denies that the river never lies with
Green rock eyes. A hand fills with a rock
A curse lets it fly. The river supplies
The continuous cry so none need fret. The drop
Of a stone is in sense investing to forget
The storms that rampage set waters in a
Rage the river has a say in its emotion too
When people drown by dropping in on the
Mud filled friend. The orecian waves tree
Limb fingers in a way cursing you
How could such a thing go by with all grief
Except by storage, and when that storing
Gets filled like a million drop tears
By a clash screaming sky that is having
It's grief moved down by more terrible
Problems left over from night's million stars