The River Scene in Reverse: Tainted (Part 1) and Serene (Part 2)
Tainted River (Part 1)
The river used to sparkle across the lands and the sunshine was able to mend its rays through the water causing many marine life to leap for joy with a noticeable smile across there opening. I used to call this river side home, but now it looks like a burial ground.
While I walk along the dry fainted brown grass, I notice the large natural stream of water chokes to flow as its reflection is tainted with transparent, green, deadly, bloodsucking parasites.
The thick, burnt scent of toxic oil drums tickles the tip of my nose just seconds before I cough in disgust.
A seagull fell from the heavens, I tilt my head towards the darkened sky and I observed the hazy discoloured thin mist of fog that seems to have poisoned the air. The accumulation of gas that seems to fill the river shows no mercy as it sucks the life out like a vacuum from living organisms which used to consume the river ends.
Everywhere I turn, all I see is contamination. Fish that once had the colour of the clear sky in the daytime now have rotted from within. Chairs that had been beautifully painted like a piece done by Michel Angelo looks much like it had been lit in flames. I can see the river’s empty soul like looking through a window; I can hear a faint echo of desperation and struggle which sounded more like demons screams through the depths of hell. It’s as if the river is drying up, the water drowning and the sense of existence is fading away.
I walk along the river’s path, my feet sinking into the glutinous mud; I approach an old rusty shed, like an old man, that’s about to die and crumble. I walk across the wretched place to find a creature. It has no eyes and it doesn’t breath. It has massive jaws and armoured shell. It makes sounds, but would not speak. Surely this must be madness. I close my eyes and my world falls into darkness. I release my eyes from their slumber and the creature is gone. I hastily rush back outside to only see the same creature dead, to think something so evil, killed by an environment so sinister.
As I continue to wonder, a dark spider like animal arises from the deep ends of a hollow wood stump. Eyes are blazing vividly like the colour of crimson that runs vigorously in our body. This spider seems shy; it feels as if the river reflects its own heart of wickedness. The spider vanishes into the mist, like a magician covered in smoke.
Piles of worthless discarded material and infestations swallow the river as if it was a welcoming ground for a rubbish tip. Animal lives become trapped as they struggle to discharge themselves from all sorts of plastic and inferior aluminium cans. Much of the sea life suffocate and crave the thirst for air as other beasts wander and many die.
I have seen many disturbing images in this river today as I continue to hear the screams that plague the waters. I move along to where the Sun used to shine. Whenever I felt cold, I would stand in front of the Sun and reach out to it’s warmth like a mother’s touch when you’re alone and scared.
The river no longer smiles, but its echo will still linger, as will its soul.
River Serene (Part 2)
There is one place, not too far from my heart, where I feel completely at home with nature, it’s like the river reflects the sunlight as if diamonds were reflecting hope to my world. This charming spot lies at the river sight. The water stream is crystal clear, and it reflects the colour of the vibrant blue sky.
The river is cold in any season and makes me shiver only by looking at it. However, that coldness makes the place even more special. The calm body of water makes almost no sound, like a sea of stars in space where no one can hear them burn.
When the light breeze comes, I can open my mouth and taste the purity of life. It emits from the air that causes the gentle lapping waves, which form across the river side. Animals run freely across the burning essence of the green, soft grass where an old, oak tree lies. The tree drinks the cleansing water like a child that is breast fed by her mother, for never ending life of nourishment.
If I sit on the rocky banks of the river, I can catch a glimpse of schools of fish, soundlessly passing by. Many kinds of fish make this water full of life, especially trout, with their acrobatic jumps above the tranquil surface. I lean over and touch the silky clear water, the water is poise and energising, ripples erupt around my finger as the mesmerising flow of small rings speed away from my hand like a nuclear blast as if I was the enemy.
In the deepest parts of the serene river, a heron proudly waltzes around the edges of the water in silence. Its swift and perfect movements sent sedating melodies throughout my consciousness and felt pulsating shivers down my spine. The fresh dynamic air glides right under my nose with every flap of its wings and the scent of the heron revitalises my heart and soul.
I made my way along the river side and from far ahead, found a vision of beauty, a dazzlingly gorgeous young lady. The Sun aroused by this rare sight increased its intensity hoping the young lady would shed parts of her clothing. The road ahead seemed long for her, she was alone and tired. No matter how hard the Sun tried to burn, she didn’t seem to mind. A rare innocence gifted from such rare beauty. Perspiration made its way to her lips and her mouth opened, it made the Sun’s heartbeat, as if the hearts make the river flow.
The water is calm as The Moon decides to admire its appearance from the reflection. The water blushes as the angels send auroras throughout the evening sky. Numerous amounts of colours charge around The Moon gently kissing its cheeks.
A flock of geese made its way to catch some food, and ducks quack and chat while oiling their feathers in the river. Together with the orchestra of birds, the soaring eagles, the greenery and the majestic mountain peak, this river is surely a masterpiece of the creator.
Update 20/02/2012: Part 2 has been re-written in parts due to errors from the original work.
