I am a river,
winding through the scars
of industry,
carving my way through the ruins
of progress.
My waters hold the stories
of what once flourished–
the salmon’s run,
the heron’s hunt.
Now I carry the weight
of plastic,
the ghosts of fish have long
since vanished.
But still, I flow,
a liquid bound for renewal,
whispering to those who listen
of balance lost
and the path to recovery.