The Bridge Set By Her

The river flows like wind,
In a hurry, or in a calm.
The sound of its creeking tune,
Startles the midnight driver.

Just as the river creeks below the bridge,
The car creaks on top.
However, no matter how much the river creeks
The flowing never stops.

The river keeps flowing, never stopping,
But the car is not as lucky.
As the car breaks down untimely,
The mother shakes her head silently.

This bridge is an indestructible creation,
Made by the mother herself,
To assure that natural treasures,
Are untouched by foolish hands.

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