English poetry, Mindful

Lost in Dust

A thin river flowing,

Growing much in meter,

Creeping down the valleys,

Diving down the galleys,

Givin some wetness to desert,

Makin itself a dessert,

When all goes wrong,

The sand rains down,

Gives no crown,

The falls,

The balls,

All break down,

Buryin the river,

Leavin all a quiver!