The mighty river runs through north of the town
Determining her shape for so many years
Provisioning the town people of water they need
Her riverside basins are fertile fields
The raging river during rainy seasons
The flow of water carrying trees, minerals and seeds
Water carrying fish and amphibians downstream
She insists a current rage upon the riverine
The great Ambayoan, and its pure consistency
Havocs the farmland hard within her reach
Brutal the daylong of her heart
Against the vista where, for kilometers around
She is the source of our livelihood
She is our fishing ground and playground as well
Her water sparkles at nights in a full moon
Her streams of water have music and fragrance
But what went wrong with her
The fish and amphibians disappeared
The water that glitters is no more
She had turned into an empty rift.
"We
don't accomplish anything in this world alone ...
and whatever happens is the result of the whole tapestry of one's life
and all the weavings of individual threads from one to another that
creates something." - Sandra Day O'Connor
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