Two kings held court by the river wide,
Within their kingdoms of green.
As time did pass, man tainted the land,
Water covered as far as could be seen.
But nature did grieve for those kings of old,
And called the rain to cease.
And once again the two did reign,
And for a time were at peace.
Standing tall and with regal gaze,
They saw the green had turned to dust.
So they summoned nature to their court,
Her gift to be discussed.
They talked with awe of better days,
And discussed the sorrows of drought.
“Your gift is grand, but our time has passed,
Of this there is no doubt”
So the heavens opened and rain did fall,
The water it rose ever higher.
With pride and sorrow they slipped away
Beneath the murk and mire
They returned to the coolness
Of their watery grave and to
The depth, darkness and silence
And that is where they lay for now
And hopefully forever after.
Any further feedback on how to improve would be much appreciated.
Poem is a take on the Hume Weir and the dead trees that poke up when the levels get down as in current drought.