My Flowing Family

My mother is a river,
That branches every which way.

My eldest brother the rapids,
Fun at the start, but dangerous in the end.

My older brother a pond,
Looking calm and relaxing in the gentle breeze.

My younger brother the lagoon,
Always masking his true appearance.

I am a waterfall, on a sunny day,
Appearing calm and wonderful, yet withholding the anger.

And my father is the rain,
So wonderful and amazing; shaping us all.

Kevin Carda