The Deep River

The river runs through the land

Blue, sparkling, and shimmering

Two crowds on either side stand

Facing each other glittering

They couldn't be more different, the two

Like black and white or up and down

The river separates them like an invisible fence

The river is near the rural town

In life sometimes the river exists

Between the poor and rich, young and old

Some find it hard to subsist

Other have plenty of gold