The River Sings Her Songs

          Bid farewell to the Ground beneath our feet
        As we prepare ourselves for a three day feat
     Underneath the canoes the depths unknown
  Upon the surface the faith we've truly shown

Sounds of Mother Nature, full of memories
Memoirs of the Mekong, calling forth to me
Mournful waves embraces the lonely shores
   Symphony of winds playing it's cosmic lores

            The rhythms so hypnotizing~~~^^~~~^^~~
               Yet at times so traumatizing~~^~~~^^~~~
                 Her enchantment just begun~~^~~^^~~
               Round and round we all spun~~^~~^~~^~

      Daring ripples race across crushing waves
   As the leaves dances in the summer breeze
Down the Delaware Water Gap currents flow
When will it end, I don't know, I troll and row

Clouds abandon us, left behind that raging Sun
Sat baking in canoe like hotdogs on a barbecue
  When the gift of daylights becomes nearly spent
      sought refuge at haunted campsite for the tents
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~~~row~~~our~~~canoes~~~like~~~warriors~~~
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~~~~~   ~~~~~   ~~~~~   ~~~~~   ~~~~~   ~~~~~                        
~~~...~~~S~t~a~r'~~~'/\~~~C~h~a~r~a~h....~~.
..~~..~~..~~~~~~~~..../ต\~~ ~h~~~~~,................
     ...~..~~.'s~~ ~~~ ~ /am\ ~M~a~y~~.........~~~
            ~~O.n.e~~~~  / ever\~~ ~~n~~~~ ~~~.........
~~~...~u~~...~.'~   ~/critical\~ ~~..d..............~~~~
...~~n~~~...~~.''...../ person \~~~~a~~~...~~~.......
~<-T-h-a-i-l-o-r—'ออออออออ'~~~~R.i.c.h.i.e~~~~~
..~~~h~~..~~~~~''|on canoe |~~~~a   ~~~~~  ~~~.
...~~~~o......~'~~'  |has roles |~~~~~~...~~B...~~....
J.u.s.t.i~n~~~'~~~'อออออออ'~~~M~a~d~i~S~o~n
        ~~'e     ~~        | speedy   |~~~~~'~~...e~k~~~
             ~~P' ~~~~ | balance  |\~~~~~~~....~y~~~
....~~~~~~i~~,,~~''ออออออออ~\~~..~~~..~~~L..~~
   ~~ ~~ ~~ c~~~'~\  steers  '/~  \~~~..~~..~~..e~~.
.....~.....~.....k~~~~''\ safely /~~~\~~~~..~~..~~r...
J~o~h~N~n~y~~~..\ flow /.....~~'\' ~~~     ~
~a~~..~a'~~''..~~~~~\ออิ'/...........('')~~~....~~~
...~c~~..n~~..~~w''~ ~'\ล/~~~D~a~r~r~e~n~~~..
~~~k..~~c.'~~~.i~.~.~ .\/~~~...a~....~....~....~~
~~~~~...y~~...l~~~...~~~~~..~~n....~....~....~~....
...~~...~~...~~l...~~...~~...~~...~~...~~...~~...~~...~~
Cutting logs til my elbow locked, "one more chop"
Feeding that fiery beast until my eyelids dropped
Vampires of the forestry feasting into the night
    Draining my life forces with every single bite

    Took shelter from them deep inside my tent
As one snuck in that I could not apprehend
I kept waking up during the witching hours
  More like "wishing hour" as we got devour

   In the moonlights tiny magical creatures appears
White and soft like snow drifting in the smoky air
Wooly aphid, angel flies, ash bug they are called
  From the mouth of fiery beasts it seem to spawn

  In one moment, we are enchanted by her serenity
Next we paddle away with much needed severity
Poems that can't be written, she's living poetries
Her stanzas echoes within life's deeper mysteries

We are the passings ~~~..~~~..~~~..~~~..~~~..
  That she sings~~~~..~~~..~~~..~~~..~~~..~~~
    We are the awaken~~~..~~~..~~~..~~~..~~~..
       That she sang.... ~~~..~~~..~~~..~~~..~~~..
          We are the rhythms ~~~..~~~..~~~..~~~...
              That she sung~~~  ~  ~~   ~~~
                   We are the lyrics~~~   ~  ~~   ~~~~
                        Of her eternal songs ~~~..~~~..~~
~~r~~~~~~~~~.......~~~~~~......~~~~~~.....~~~~
~~i~~~s~~~...~...~'''Sing me to peace~~~y~~s~
~~''v ~~i~...''.~~~~..''Sang me to sleep~~~o~~o~
~~~e~~~n ~~..~~~..Sung me to weep~~u~~n~
~~...r...~~~g~~'.~'''Songs are so deep~~r~~g~