The Momma Clan

Through rugged canyons, the river winds,

A canvas painted by nature’s hands.

A daring few embark on a quest,

To brave the rapids, to put themselves to the test.

The rafts are laden, spirits high,

Adventurers ready to touch the sky.

The river calls, its song wild and free,

Beckoning souls to dance with its glee.

With paddles in hand, they push away,

Into the current, where dreams hold sway.

The water roars, a symphony untamed,

A thrilling melody, from which courage is gained.

The first rapid approaches, a formidable force,

White-capped waves crash with untamed discourse.

They paddle hard, in sync with the rhythm,

Nerves ablaze, yet their spirits undimmed.

Through twists and turns, they navigate,

A dance of harmony, a test of fate.

As water sprays and sunlight gleams,

They learn the truth, or so it seems.

For in the rapids, they find a tale,

Of unity, resilience, and never to fail.

Each paddle stroke a testament,

To trust, to teamwork, and finding content.

The river teaches them a valuable art,

To face the challenges, with a brave heart.

To flow with the current, adapt and adjust,

In the face of uncertainty, to build unyielding trust.

And as they float, amidst the wild embrace,

They realize the beauty of this sacred space.

For nature whispers secrets, profound and wise,

Revealing the answers, hidden beneath the skies.

Through turbulent waters, they learn to surrender,

To the unpredictable flow, to let go and remember,

That life, like the river, is a journey unknown,

Where growth and resilience are constantly sown.

And as the raft emerges from the final rapid’s roar,

They rejoice in the victory, the bond they explore.

For in the realm of the river, they’ve discovered their might,

A lesson etched in their souls, shining ever so bright.

–Noah Daniell Abner