What do you see..

What do you see when you look down this river so gray,

You get to imagine any color or beauty or sounds it may say.

While the water flows over each rock with vigorous force it's almost like a song,

One that can be hear through out the winter day long.

Even though there's not color for you to view,

I left it that way for you to see and enjoy with respect to.

While some may see the winter's blackness of the deadened trees,

Others may see left over colors from leaves,

No matter what you choose to see know that its your choice to view and enjoy,

For this is one time this is the real mccoy.

With peace of each passing day use this as a looking point for a great imagination,

And let it be the explanation you need for translation.

Psalm 107:33

 He turneth rivers into a wilderness,

 and the watersprings into dry ground;