Sun rays reflection on a brown river affair
Trees guard its secrets no time for despair
A haven for birds their tales are to share
The truth’s in their twitters, loves in the air
It’s a June morning, cold with no breeze
Rivers is calm, not a ripple to see
Ghostly apparitions appear shrouded in fog
Tall city buldings from out of the smog
Yarra flows upside down with no sound
Too thick for swimmmers, none to be found
Nature’s intention to flow in that way
Winding its way through surburbs does play
It’s almost ten times as long as it’s straight
Reminder of twists and our current fate
Steadfast in resolve to follow new paths
Torrent or trickle its plays it’s best part
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