Disclaimer: Teen Titans isn't mine
Free verse poetry this time, 'cause it's a river.
Flowing, flowing, gracefully wandering through the trees;
It meanders here and there, shaded by the mellow leaves.
Peaceful, tranquil - she wishes she could be -
Like the gently curving waters, roaming, roving through the forests;
With the cooling breeze rippling through the fluid mirrors,
Patches of darkness and light, shadow and white, blurred, yet so pristinely clear...
A mosaic of life and water, running so smooth, so quiet, but bare -
The streaming water, the running river, by her feet, flowing near.
Closer, closer, she dips her feet in, in the river's knee,
The water cool and soothing around her ankles, lapping softly.
Boiling rage, jagged rocks, disturbs the river's path -
Disrupted peace, the ragged streams, she frowns, perturbed.
The tranquil stream hits obstructing earth -
Transformed from a stream into rapids,
Irregular beats, intermittent pulses,
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, agitated waters flow.
A hand on her shoulder - her eyes, they widen, just slightly;
She knows, instinctively, who it is, even if he, she does not see -
And at once, she feels the tension relieve.
The uneven heartbeat - subsiding now that her friend is near,
The torrent of water, calm again - without shear.
The river flows past, its sparkling waters so fair -
Sometimes fast, sometimes slow, but always returned to its tranquil stream -
She wonders, briefly, why she cannot be so serene;
And breathing deeply, bends her head down toward the water's gleam...
It's cool against her face, it's wonderfully calming -
She's tempted to wade in - the river's calling...
A hand holds on her shoulder preventing her falling -
A laugh - he knows she's entranced by the river's lolling;
He steps back to give her space, leaving her alone with the crystal spring,
In the forest, reflected by the water's sheen,
Where the leaves grow thick and green - with dew, they shine.
She turns and smiles - he always knows what's on her mind;
She loves that he willingly gives her alone time -
To meditate in the placid river shrine,
To clear her head and feel the serenity of the divine.